Part 02.5
"Only if it won't be an inconvenience to you."
"Nonsense, what's family for, huh?"
"I appreciate the help, Uncle," Drake said in a warm tone.
"Don't mention it, Drake. I'll send Paul out to you right now. See you when you get here."
"What did he say?" Franklin asked as Drake walked towards the front door.
"Might be the fuel pump or the computer. Don't know until we get it to Uncle's shop," Drake answered from over his shoulder.
"And where are you going?"
"To put on some pants, get my wallet and keys; Jake's shop is only twenty minutes from here."
"Frank, you stay here; let Mom know what's going on; we'll be back soon," Drake said as Paul loaded up the car onto the flatbed. Hearing Franklin's chuckle when he told Aydin to watch the interior when Aydin neared the passenger door.
"Damn, man, this is nicer than the Audi?!" Aydin exclaimed as he peered around the interior, seeing how this was his first time inside his brother's new car.
"I know," Drake said with a grin as they followed the tow truck to his Uncle's shop.
"Drake, how are we going to get to class? I don't think Uncle Jake is going to be able to fix the car today," Aydin stated, peering over at his brother, smiling wickedly, knowing what that sigh of his meant.
"You may use my car only to go to class and back. No joyriding, no other people in my car, no tearing up my seats. This car is for my work, so no eating, no drinking, and definitely no smoking in my car, we clear on that?" Drake uttered in a stern tone.
"Oh, we're clear," Aydin nodded.
"If you get a speeding ticket, you're paying it."
"Sorry, boys, seems your fuel pump is shot," Jake said, lowering the hood on their mother's Ford Fusion once he had unclipped the connectors to the computer as the car sat in bay four of his shop.
"How much will a new one cost?" Drake asked; money wasn't the problem; what he made last night would most likely cover the cost of it.
"Why don't we head into the office, and I'll find out for you," Jake said with a warm smile. "So, how you boys been doing?"
"Good, Mom's doing good; Franklin and I have been getting scouted, so it seems we'll be in the draft soon."
"Congratulations, Aydin; I knew you two would make it. You let me know what teams you sign up with, and I'll make sure I'm rooting for them to win when they're playing," Jake said, smiling over his shoulder at Aydin. "So Drake, what's new with you?"
"Oh, got back from my trip abroad in late April, been going to Cornell before that."
"Oh? I bet your mother wasn't too pleased to hear that," Jake chuckled as they neared the office door.
"She wasn't, that's for sure," Drake said, remembering the argument they had when he first joined a gym back when he was eighteen.
"So, where did you go?"
"Italy," Drake said, seeing Jake walking around the counter.
"Really, damn, heard it was a nice place to visit," Jake whistled.
"It is," Drake agreed.
"Honey, who are you talking to?" Came a very alluring woman's voice that caused Drake and Aydin to peer at Jake, who had a wide smile on his lips.
"Just my nephews," Jake uttered.
"Oh?! I'll be right out!"
"The pump will cost you a little over a hundred and fifty; I would suggest you replace those tires sometime soon; they look a little bald."
"How much would a full set cost?" Drake asked, leaning on the counter.
"The lowest I can go for you is four hundred."
"Alright, how soon can you get the pump?"
"Oh, I should have it by Monday; it's not hard replacing them in Fusions; you just have to take the backseat out."
"Well, if we're changing the tires, why not get the brakes changed at the same time," Aydin stated, looking at his brother.
"Have they been giving you trouble?" Jake asked in a concerned voice.
"They have been getting a little squishy," Aydin admitted. "Wha'da ya think, Drake? You're paying for this."
"How much for a brake job..."
"Knowing my husband, he would say 'for you three hundred'," a female voice filled the air as the bathroom door opened, and out stepped a rather stunning brunette who was five months pregnant with streaks of grease on her cheeks.
"Boys, I like for you to meet Jasmine, my wife," Jake said, introducing the three of them.
"Dang, Uncle, you sure do have an eye on you," Drake said with a warm smile.
"Mmmhmm," Aydin nodded along. "Why didn't you tell us you got remarried?"
"Well, given what happened with Idin, I didn't feel like going through all that again," seeing the two of them nodding as he squeezed Jasmine into him, "so thankfully, Jasmine wasn't too keen on a big wedding either, so we eloped. With the shop and the baby, we just lost track; sorry about that," Jake said in an apologetic voice.
"Don't you apologize, Uncle; we're happy for you," Aydin said, with Drake nodding along. "I bet Mom's going to flip when she hears about it?
"How about we don't? I don't feel like dying just yet," Jake joked, getting a laugh out of the two of them.
"You look so much like how Jake described you," Jasmine said, smiling at Aydin. "You, not so much," she teased, peering at Drake, which, as you can imagine, got a howl out of Aydin.
"So you finally found a woman that boyish charm doesn't work on?!" Aydin was having a field day with it as he slapped his brother on his back.
"So mean," Drake sniffled, playing along.
"Aw, dry your eyes," Jasmine giggled, holding out a tissue to him.
"I... I got nothing," Drake stated. The sounds of their laughter filled the office at Drake's expense.
"So, how were you thinking of paying for this..." Looking oddly at the card, wondering if Drake really had the money to cover the repairs. Then again, with the car he saw them drive up in, he had to assume Drake did. Watching Drake sign the receipt, asking Aydin and Jasmine to give them a minute. "Drake, you sure everything is okay with you?"
"Yeah, why do you ask?" Drake asked, slipping his wallet back into his back right pocket once Jake had handed him his card back.
"Well, you're driving that rather expensive car, and you don't bat an eye at the cost of the repairs. You're not running drugs, are you?" Jake asked, arching an eyebrow when Drake snorted.
"Mom asked me almost the same thing once. No, I'm not; I promise you, Uncle, that's the furthest thing I'm doing."
"Good. You got a good head on your shoulders; I would hate to see you throw it all away for drugs," Jake said in a loving tone as he placed his hand on Drake's shoulder.
"I know, Uncle, so not getting messed up in that."
"Good, don't throw your life away; if you get into trouble, you call me; I'll help out as best as I can," Jake said, patting Drake's shoulder. "I should have the car ready by Tuesday," he stated as he and Drake walked out into the bay section of his shop, where Jasmine and Aydin were having a very adamant conversation about baseball, of all things.
"Jake, did you know the Mets have been scouting Aydin?" Jasmine asked in a dreamy voice.
"No, I did not; you better watch yourself, Aydin; Jasmine loves her sports."
"I've gathered," Aydin nodded, slyly smirking at his brother that she wasn't swayed by Drake's physical charm.
"Does Mom know?" Drake asked, knowing his mother wasn't going to like the news.
"No, not yet; I haven't even agreed to go to the tryouts yet," Aydin said bashfully as he rubbed the back of his head.
"You should; you won't know what you can do until you put yourself out there," Drake said supportively. "You can stay at my place in New York while you do."
"Really? You wouldn't mind?" Aydin asked, a little surprised by Drake's offer.
"We'll talk about it later."
"We wish you the best of luck, I know Jasmine and I will be rooting for you," Jake said, hugging Aydin, lightly patting his back.
"If you do get signed on to the Mets, and you play the Stars, let us know; we'll so be there," Jasmine said in a caring voice as she got her own hug in. "And you, if you get famous, let us know; those muscles must be good for something," she said, seeing how Drake arched an eyebrow at that yet failed to shake her hand. Wondering if her way of teasing people she liked was lost on him.
"See ya, Uncle," Drake said, waving to Jake as he and Aydin walked out of the shop. "What am I chopped liver?"
"Nope, you're the eyeball that's rolling around on the floor," Aydin joked, chuckling, enjoying the turn of events.
"Don't think Drake took kindly to your teasing, honey," Jake said, waving to his nephews as Drake eased past them to turn out of his parking lot.
"I'll apologize if I see him again," Jasmine stated, turning around to help out with the cars they had in the garage.
Sunday morning...
Samantha was applying a light layer of makeup to her cheeks. Nothing too noticeable, just enough to get Drake's attention. Shaking her ass in the mirror, seeing how well her yoga pants detailed her ass, especially her pussy when she bent over. Hoping Drake took her up on her offer. She hasn't been with anyone since her boyfriend had dumped her all because she couldn't go with him on some summer jaunt since she had to do make-up classes over the summer. Hoping her parents stayed away long enough to get the pent-up sexual release worked out of her system.
Running her hands over her perky 36B breasts, wondering how Drake would like the view of them in her matching pink halter top. Her hips swayed alluringly as Aerosmith's 'Pink' played over her phone. Getting herself worked up as she displayed her midriff to the mirror as she daydreamed about what Drake would think of her body. Turning her head, a sultry smile graced her lips as she heard the knock on her front door. Hitting the pause button on her phone, humming as she hurried to the door.
"Hello, Drake," Samantha greeted in a seductive tone. Biting the inside of her cheek, noting how it appeared to her he had just gotten out of the shower. How she would give anything to see what that hard body of his looked like when it was all wet. "Do you like the outfit?" she asked, hoping that he did.
"What can I say? Pink is my favorite color," Drake answered with a sly flirt.
"Come in, and I'll show you something else that's pink if you're up for it," Samantha said, hinting at her need to get laid.
"Oh, I'm always up for the pink taco," Drake smirked coyly as he moved past her and into her home. Hearing the door closing and locking behind him as he did. Looking down when Samantha's hands moved along his waist before slipping beneath his t-shirt.
"You don't know how long I've wanted to feel these," Samantha whispered heatedly into Drake's ear.
"Oh, I can take a wild guess," Drake mused.
"How about we get to the real workout and then finish with some studying, hmm?" Samantha purred, nibbling on Drake's right ear as she savored every muscle that dominated his chest.
"Lead the way," Drake gestured, noting how red her cheeks were as she peered back at him as she led him to her room by his hand.
Samantha pressed her back against her bedroom door as she watched how Drake's shirt rose along his back. Biting her lip as she watched how his muscles moved beneath his skin. Her breathing quickened as he turned in profile to her. Her nipples pressed hard against the fabric of her halter top, to the point if they were any harder, they would cut right through the fabric. Watching as Drake tossed a condom onto her bed. So very pleased he brought protection with him. So pleased he wanted this as much as she did. Touching herself through her yoga pants as she continued to enjoy his strip show. Her mouth hung agape as her eyes couldn't look away as Drake's semi-hard cock hung before her eyes; her jaw only inched lower as it continued to be filled with blood before her very eyes. "Oh, he's so going to fucking destroy me?!" Samantha moaned into her mind.
"You sure you can handle me?" Drake asked with a cocky grin as he stroked his cock.
"I'm damn well going to try," Samantha spoke in a firm tone as she quickly stripped. She wasn't about to allow this chance to pass her by. She had no idea when her parents would be home; some days, it wasn't until one; other days, it was ten in the morning. It all depended on their mood. She so hoped that they stayed until one that afternoon. She really didn't want her parents hearing her screaming like a slut when Drake was stuffing her pussy with that cock of his. "Do you like it?" she asked in a bashful tone as she stood nude before him. Noting how Drake's eyes moved down her face, along her chest, her stomach, lingering on the rising sun she had shaved into her red thatch of hair that covered her mons Venus.
"Mmmhmm, although I wonder how that pussy is going to taste on my tongue," Drake said sinfully, watching how Samantha released an audible moan when those words left his lips. His cock flexed as Samantha sauntered towards him; her right hand ran up his chest while the fingers of her left danced along his shaft as they shared a passionate kiss. Hearing her heavy breathing in his ears as he kneaded her ass. He personally didn't go for women his age; he had a fixation on older women. However, that didn't mean he wouldn't sleep with a woman his age.
"Would you mind if I took a picture of that?" Samantha asked, pointing down at his cock as Drake sat on her bed. "None of them will believe me when I tell my friends I've been fucked by the biggest cock I've ever seen," she said with an alluring smile on her lips.
"Sure, I don't mind," Drake responded, matching her smile.
"Drake, what do you think of my pussy?" Samantha asked, bending over her desk, pulling her ass cheeks apart, flashing him her pink center.
"That I want to come over there and make you howl," Drake said in a lustful tone. Watching how her pussy clenched as he said that, wondering if she was thinking along the same lines.
"Lay back," Samantha cooed, winking up at him as she knelt between Drake's legs. The sound of her phone snapping pictures filled her room as she took every picture imaginable. Quickly typing out a text to her friends that were a part of their group text, uploading all the photos she took before inhaling Drake's cock. She could only take five inches of it before her jaw protested as his girth threatened to dislocate it. "Cum in my mouth," she ordered before going back to her meal. Putting all her skill into getting Drake off, and she was soon rewarded as his hot cum filled her mouth. Picking up her phone, taking a picture of how his cum looked on her tongue before she swallowed it all. Smirking at the texts that her friends were sending her.
"You don't have to if you don't want to," Samantha said nervously as Drake crawled between her legs as she laid in the center of her bed.
"Oh, but I want to," Drake said in a sly tone, feeling her trembling as he kissed along her outer labia.
Samantha's eyes flew wide, her mouth inched open, yet no sound came forth as her back arched off the bed. Her fingers curled around her comforter as he ate her out like she's never felt before. Feeling how her juices were quickly gathering, the way her folds were tightening around his exploring tongue. "Oh fuck! Yes!" Samantha howled as she came hard. "Don't stop, Drake, please, don't stop," she pleaded in a breathless whisper. All throughout the experience, there was a point she thought she had passed out from the sheer bliss Drake was giving her with that tongue of his. Rising onto her elbows, peering down at him wondering where he learned how to eat pussy so well before her body exploded into euphoria once again as she came. Pondering how he liked the taste of her pussy cream. Given the number of times he's made her cum on his tongue and the way he lapped it up, she had to assume Drake loved eating pussy. Not something she was going to make him stop, not in this century.
Nodding weakly, still in her state of bliss when Drake was rubbing his cock against her clit. Silently asking if she was ready for this. She was so not ready as his cock began to stretch her out like she's never felt before. Feeling his thumb rubbing her clit as he continued to sink deeper into her. However, that didn't stop her wails from filling her room. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as she felt the entirety of his cock inside of her. Samantha almost felt like a rag doll as Drake took her to Heaven over and over again on the tip of his cock.
Her face was buried into her mattress as she listened to how her ass cheeks were clapping as he pounded her from behind. Hearing how her pussy was just sloppy wet as her nectar poured out of her. Her mind had long since gone blank as her primal mind had full control of her body. Samantha had no idea where or who taught him to fuck so well, and she wasn't complaining. She knew after today, no one was going to be able to compare to Drake.
"Fucking give me this cock?!" Samantha growled as she rode him hard. She had lost count of how many orgasms Drake had given her. All she knew was there was a giant wet spot on her bed, and her sex had long filled the air. Knowing she was going to have to air her room out so her parents wouldn't suspect they had sex while they were at church. Moaning to the high heavens as she tossed back her head when Drake thrusted his cock rapidly into her when he took hold of her hips. Feeling his cock flexing, a little sad, she couldn't feel his cum flooding her womb as his seed filled the tip of his condom. Pulling off his latex sheath, engulfing his deflating rod, not knowing if she would ever get to experience it again. She wanted every memory she could get if that were the case.
Playing with her sore pussy as she rested against the headboard of her bed while Drake went to relieve himself. Reading the texts her friends had bombarded her phone with while she was getting the best fucking of her life. Grinning madly at how her friends were bemoaning when she told them that she's found the best pussy eater on the planet. Telling them of the number of times she came on his tongue and how she had blacked out from the sheer pleasure of it. Detailing how his cock felt like as it destroyed her tight pussy, how she was just cumming like mad on it as he fucked her like a pro. Smiling at him when she got his attention as he began to redress. Seeing the drooling emojis filling her screen as her friends lusted over the picture of Drake she had sent them. Giggling to herself as she walked funny down the hall, knowing her ex-boyfriend could never do this to her. She was going to miss feeling that full when Drake left to head back to New York. Knowing it would be wrong of her to ask him out when he would be a thousand miles away.
"Drake," resting against the frame of the front door once they were finished with their studying, "I know you leave in August. Could we, you know, do that again sometime?" Samantha asked in a shy tone.
"Sure, I don't mind, although we'll have to soundproof your room," Drake said with a cocky grin.
"It'll be worth it," Samantha said with a satisfied grin on her lips. "You don't have a girlfriend, right?" she asked, smacking herself, knowing she should have asked before they fucked.
"No, I don't, I don't date," Drake said, waving to her as he walked towards his car, seeing the shock on her face when he said that. He was a gigolo; no rational woman would ever date a male whore. Plus, he was in love with his mother, even if they couldn't come out and show it. He would never disgrace her by getting involved with another woman. She was fine with him fucking around; after all, she had told him she was his cuckquean, and he knew she still slept with Franklin and Aydin. Watching her racing towards the passenger window, "Need something?" he asked when he rolled it down.
"Yes, your cock in my pussy every chance I can get. I'm serious, Drake, whenever, wherever you want it, I want it," Samantha stated with conviction as she stuck her head into his car. Getting one last kiss in before he left, knowing it would be two days before she saw him again. Waving to him as she watched Drake driving away. Placing her phone to her ear as she called her best friend, "Guess who has a new fuck buddy?"
"You have to bring him over to the sorority house one night."
"So you can eat him alive?" Samantha asked with a coy grin on her lips.
"You know it!" Samantha shared a laugh with her friend as her front door closed behind her.
"Hello?" Drake answered once his call had been routed through the BMW's control panel as he drove towards his house.
"This is Drake's phone, isn't it?" Drake arched an eyebrow when he heard Becky's voice coming over his car's speakers.
"Yeah, wha'cha need, Becky? And how did you get my number?"
"I got it from Dad; sorry if this is a bad time. I was wondering if you would like to come over. I thought since it's Sunday and you might not be too busy, that we could hang out, have a little pool party. Maybe help to get you to see this place as a second home to you. Plus, so you and I can bond like brother and sister."
"I'm not at home, Becky, and I don't have a bathing suit with me," Drake spoke, sitting at the exit of the housing development to pull onto the street leading back to the city. "Why don't you invite Franklin and Aydin?"
"Dad doesn't want them anywhere around here, I would like to see them, but I don't know how they'll react seeing me. Please, Drake, it will be fun. I promise you, I'll make sure Mom and Dad stay inside. I know you don't like them much right now. It would mean a lot if you did."
"Who all is going to be at this pool party?"
"Just you, me, and my friends." Keeping his sigh to himself, knowing it wasn't Becky's fault that his father couldn't keep his dick in his pants. He couldn't place the blame on her for what his father and Aunt had done in the past as his finger tapped on his steering wheel.
"Alright, give me an hour, have to swing by the house, but I'll have to take a nap around two, so I can go to work tonight."
"Dad says you're more than welcome to sleep here until you have to leave. Thank you, Drake; you don't know how much this means to me. I'll see you when you get here." Wondering how his mother was going to take this news when he got home.
"Drake! I'm so glad you came!" Becky said, throwing her arms around him, hugging her brother tightly. Noting how he had the same kind of bags in his hands when he stood on their stoop. "Here, let me take this for you," she said in a very happy voice. Wondering why she smelled another woman on him. "No, Regan, no, you're not going outside," Becky said, catching her sister in her free arm as Regan was making a mad dash for the front door. However, it wasn't the door Regan was running to as she stared up at Drake.
Drake arched an eyebrow when the two-year-old hugged his right leg as she wore a broad smile as she peered up at him. The footfalls that stopped a few feet before him caused Drake to lift his gaze as he and his father stared silently at one another.
"Sorry about that, Drake; she's a handful sometimes," Mario stated as he plucked Regan off her feet. "She heard the door, and she just took off. I'm not as quick on my feet as I once was," he said with a warm fatherly smile. "I take it you don't get weekends off?"
"No, I don't," Drake replied in a monotone voice.
"Well, I'll make sure you're not disturbed when you lay down for your nap," Mario stated, lightly patting his son's shoulder. "Come on, you, your cartoons are on," he said in a loving voice as he jostled Regan in his arms. "Enjoy the pool, Drake," Mario said from over his shoulder as he left his son and daughter behind.
"Come on, they're dying to see you," Becky said, keeping her annoyance from her voice.
"Oh?" Drake muttered, keeping his eyes from running down Becky's back as her red bikini bottom hugged her ass.
"Yeah, they got it in their heads that you're some kind of sex god or something like that," Becky whispered as she groaned, leading Drake into the room his father had given him. Peering back at him, wondering why he found that funny.
"Never been called that before," Drake mused, hanging up his garment bag in the closet.
"But is there some truth to the rumors they tell me that's been going around about you?" Becky asked, crossing her arms.
"Well, you'll have to tell me these rumors before I can answer that question," Drake said, turning to look at her. Arching an eyebrow when Becky got rather red in the face.
"They've been going on and on about how you can eat a woman and how well you... fuck," Becky said the last part low so her parents wouldn't hear.
"Yeah, that part is true," Drake admitted.
"Then you having a big..." Becky couldn't bring herself to say the word, so she opted to point at her brother's crotch.
"You sure you want to know that answer?" Drake asked with a questioning look.
"Might as well hear it from you; otherwise, they'll just keep teasing me about it," Becky grumbled, crossing her arms below her 32D breasts.
"I'm not big as in long, but I'm very thick."
"Oh... well, let me get you a towel," Becky said, quickly leaving the room. "Drake?" Stopping in the doorway once she had set his towel on the bed.
"Yeah?"
"Is that your girlfriend I smell on you?" Becky asked, keeping her back towards him while her hand rested on the doorknob.
"I don't have one since I don't date."
"Then why... oh...!" Becky's eyes grew wide when she peered back at him. Knowing he meant he just had sex with someone, hurriedly shutting the door, keeping her head bowed as she headed for the back door. Wondering why she cared if he had sex or not. She herself wasn't a virgin by any means. Although it has been some time since she's had sex.
"Drake?!" Idin gasped when Drake stepped out of the room in his blue, low waist boxer swimsuit he had picked up when he was in Florence.
"What?" Drake spoke, wondering if he stepped in something.
"Don't you think that's... a little too revealing?" Idin spoke as her eyes ran down his body, his sex lines leading her gaze lower to the bulge in his shorts.
"No, I would have brought my speedo if I wanted to be revealing," Drake stated in a monotone voice.
"S-s-speedo?!" Idin stammered.
"This is rather tame for the beaches in Italy," Drake said, walking off, leaving his aunt rather stunned. Remembering the conversation he had with his mother when Iliana cursed up a storm in his bedroom about the text Idin had sent her bragging that she was going to steal him away from her. Which Drake found very imbecilic. There have been some very, very beautiful women who had offered a life of luxury if he became theirs wholly, yet no matter the gifts, the money, the houses, cars they would offer him, nothing would ever make him leave the woman he loved. Which, as you can imagine, made his mother blush like mad when he told her that. Nevertheless, what she had asked of him took him aback as did the sinister look in her eyes when she spoke those words to him.
He was still debating on whether or not he was going to go along with it. The moment he stepped outside, three heads turned towards him, how their jaws dropped, the way Amina's sunglasses slid down the bridge of her nose as three pairs of eyes ran down his muscular, tanned body which he had earned from the days he lounged out on that nude beach. Thinking they were being a little too obvious, given the only free lounger on the left side of the pool sat in the middle of them. Also, noting how it would place him in the middle of the horde of horny teenagers.
"You all wouldn't mind if I sit here, would you?" Drake asked in a coy tone, seeing how Amina, Janet, and Mikaela were shaking their heads, yet their eyes were on his package and not his face except for Becky. However, what Drake didn't know was that Becky was checking him out behind her dark-hued sunglasses. Namely, how big he appeared to be in those swim trunks he was wearing. "Feels like I'm lightening up too much," he stated, making small talk as he laid out the towel. Although he knew that to be a lie given the amount of sun he got yesterday.
"So... Drake... umm... what do you do for fun now that your Dad isn't out here?" Mikaela asked with a very shaky voice, who was laying on the lounger to Drake's left.
"You really want to know that bad?" Drake asked, seeing her nodding vehemently as her nipples pressed into her top. "I fuck... a lot."
"Have you ever been with a black woman before?" Mikaela asked; her eyes wouldn't leave Drake's groin.
"Quite a few of them; why?" Drake asked, turning his head towards her.
"Would you fuck this black pussy?" Mikaela asked, sitting up, swinging her legs over the edge of the lounger, spreading them, and pulled her bikini bottom off to the right. Showing Drake how moist her pussy was for a good hard fuck. Quickly hiding her mound and returning to her spot when she saw Becky's mother moving towards the back door from the windows that lined the rear of the house.
"You should be careful; you might awaken something," Drake said in a seductive tone.
"Then I'll be sure to take care of that fat cock I heard you have swinging between your legs," Mikaela purred, biting her lip when she saw movement in his swim trunks.
"Girls, would you like something to drink?" Idin asked, walking down the edge of the pool. Trying not to notice how Drake appeared larger than he did when she had first seen him in his swimsuit. Wondering why Mario couldn't look like that with all the time he has now that he's the Vice President. She knew if his son could look like Drake did as the sun danced along his chest, she knew Mario could as well. Not that she was complaining, Mario was a good lover to her; however, she would have liked to feel a little muscle beneath her.
"Sure, Mom, we would like a drink; some of us need to cool off," Becky said, knowing her mother wouldn't get what she was saying.
"What about you, Drake?" Idin asked, noticing how he peered out of his half-closed right eye. "We have juice, soda, tea..."
"Got any wine?" Seeing how that clearly took Idin aback.
"Drake, you aren't old enough to drink," Idin stammered, thinking he would ask for a beer instead of wine, given what she once knew about college boys.
"You going to stop me from having a glass?" Drake asked with a charming smile.
"As long as it's only one glass, and you don't tell your mother I gave it to you," Idin stated in a firm tone, keeping her smile hidden, knowing this would be her first step in luring Drake away from Iliana. "We have beer if you'd rather have one of those."
"Nah, like my wine, you don't know what a good red will open," Drake said, allowing his innuendo to hang in the air.
"And just where did you learn to drink wine?" Idin asked, crossing her arms below her 38C breasts.
"Oh, here and there," Drake uttered vaguely.
"I see; give me a minute; I'll have to find our bottle; your father doesn't like drinking it too often, and I'd rather drink with someone who enjoys a good glass," Idin said, walking back towards the house.
"Shame, he doesn't know what he's missing." Drake's sinful voice followed after Idin causing her to peer over her shoulder, swallowing when she saw the movement in his swim trunks.
"Drake, do you think my breasts are too small for you?" Janet asked, rolling onto her side, pulling her right cup from her breast, displaying her firm mound to him.
"Nope, I don't have a preference on the size of a woman's breasts; they look rather perky," Drake flirted. If they wanted to show off their goods to him, who was he to stop them. They were, after all, eighteen; he just wondered where this would lead.
"Drake, let me put some sunscreen on you, so you don't burn," Amina cooed as she walked around Mikaela's lounger with the bottle in her hand. "It'd be a shame if that were to happen," she said in a lustful tone as she sank down onto his lounger beside his left hip. Her grey eyes lit up as her hands moved along his chest. Feeling her pussy throbbing the longer she touched him. Her eyes glinted wickedly when she slipped her hand into his trunks, wrapping her greasy fingers around his semi-hard member. "God, you feel so big, and you're not even hard," Amina lightly moaned. Quickly removing her hand and getting up from her spot when Mikaela warned her that Becky's mother was coming.
"So, can you really eat a woman out in two minutes?" Janet asked in a low tone as Idin walked out with a tray of drinks.
"I can," Drake nodded, hearing their groans as he was soaking up the sun. Not seeing the look Idin had on her face when they did that.
"Girls don't stimulate Drake too much; I can't be held responsible for what a college boy will do in such a state," Idin stated in a motherly tone as she handed out their drinks, saving Drake's for last.
"Maybe we want him too," Amina said in a teasing tone, noting the heat that was filling Idin's cheeks.
"Yes... well..." Clearing her throat, "do try to keep it PG-13, mmmkay?" Idin stated, knowing she would hate to get a call from one of their mothers. "Drake, I expect you to be the adult here and not allow things to get out of hand. Your father has left for the country club, and I have some guests coming over, so I won't be able to keep an eye on you. So you have to contain your urges," she said, thinking he was the one that was egging them on as she held out his wine glass to him.
"I think you should be telling the girls here that and not I; I'm just sunbathing, harming no one," Drake uttered in a sinful tone as he swirled his wine and brought it up to his nose. "Hmm, DuMol Syrah Wild Mountainside Russian River Valley," he mused as he smacked his lips, "good year."
"You... you know your wine," Idin spoke in a stammering tone.
"I do," Drake nodded, watching how Idin turned her head towards her home as the sound of car doors closing reached her ears.
"You'll have to tell me about it later; I must go see to my guests."
"Bad, bad, bad man," Mikaela teased as she playfully slapped his arm.
"Are you going to punish me?"
"Mmmhmm," Mikaela hummed. She didn't wait for his answer before springing from her seat, kneeling at his side and pulling down his trunks slightly, and inhaled his cock.
"You cheeky bitch?!" Janet giggled as she watched her friend's head bobbed on Drake's pole.
"No fair, I wanted to be first," Amina moaned.
"Oh, my, God," Janet stammered as she, Amina, and Mikaela stared at Drake's fully aroused cock. "The rumors are true," she whispered, even seeing Becky's shocked surprise.
"You awoke it; now finish what you started," Drake said in a commanding tone.
"With pleasure," Mikaela cooed before returning his cock back to her mouth. Working as fast as she could, there was no telling when Becky's mother would return, and she didn't want her catching her blowing Drake by the pool.
"Marsha, isn't that you know who out there?" Janet's mother whispered to Marsha, Amina's mother, as they gazed out the window to check on their daughters. They didn't miss the fact that Mikaela had just blown him. No, her mother was currently keeping Idin occupied while they figured out if the famous, at least famous in the community, Dante Cole, was lounging poolside at the home of their daughters' new friend.
"It is; I would know that cock anywhere," Marsha uttered in the same low tone. There was no missing the lust in her voice as she stared at Drake.
"Aw, you poor little thing," Brie cooed as she carried Regan in her arms. "Can you not fall asleep for your nap?" Smiling at Regan as she shook her head.
"Yeah, she's been a little restless for the past few days," Idin stated, lightly rubbing her daughter's back as they stood in the doorway of her dining room.
"Idin, who's that young man out there?"
"Oh, you mean Drake, that's my step-son, Trish," Idin said with a warm smile as she peered at the forty-year-old blonde woman.
"Well, we certainly can't leave a young man alone with such vulnerable girls, the things that could happen," Marsha stated, dropping her lure to see Dante outside of his work persona. They all knew the man's name was a fake, which was fine to them. It kept them safe if or when their husbands found out about the man. Not that they cared, they haven't since they started using Winters Agency to keep the boredom at bay. They just never knew the man's real name until now.
"I do believe your right," Idin mused, knowing the trouble Drake could cause them if he allowed his dick to wander. "Just let me get Regan's portable playpen and her sunhat." Seeing the three women nod before bounding off for the den where the playpen was stored.
"Okay, what's going on? You two are being a little too out of sorts?" Brie asked, her eyes glancing at the two of them.
"We know what Dante Cole's real name is now," Marsha said with a lustful grin.
"Oh?! Do tell, come on, spill," Brie whispered.
"He's right outside; your daughter just sucked him off," Trish stated, her thumb pointed at the window from over her shoulder.
"You mean her step-son is Dante?" Brie muttered in shock.
"Mmmhmm, I would never forget the sight of that cock of his; it's just too delicious to forget," Marsha sighed with the other two women humming in agreement.
"You know what this means, right?" Brie cooed with a hungry smile.
"That we'll be getting fucked more often now that we know he'll be here," Trish stated with nods from the other two. "Here, let me help you with that, Idin," she said, quickly scurrying around Brie.
"Thank you," Idin spoke in a warm tone. Wondering what was going on, recounting the times on one hand that they were this nice to her.
"So, Idin, does your step-son live with you?" Marsha asked, gathering up their wine glasses as Idin got two bottles for them to share during their visit.
"No, he doesn't, but his father and I are trying to get him to at least visit more often and hopefully spend a night or two here. Why?" Idin asked as Brie led the way out the back door.
"Oh, no reason; I know how hard it can be for step-children to feel accepted into a new home. It was for Amina when I married Jackson, but the love soon faded from that relationship," Marsha sighed, slyly flashing Drake a smirk as his eyes fell upon them. Hearing the groans of their daughters, knowing they couldn't be so blatant in their overtures with their mothers around.
"Drake, come here for a minute," Idin called out to him once she had set up Regan's playpen in the shade yet close enough to the patio table so she could keep an eye on her daughter. "I do apologize for his choice of swimwear. I tried to get him to change."
"Don't be; it's no different than when we want to show off the girls. At least it looks good on him, compared to some men I've seen who shouldn't wear such things," Trish stated, with Marsha and Brie nodding along.
"Yeah," Drake said in a cool, aloof tone, playing off that he hadn't met the three women that were to be his Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday 'dates' when he got back into town Tuesday afternoon.
"Drake, I'd like you to meet Brie, Marsha, and Trish; they were very kind in welcoming us to the neighborhood when we moved back to the states," Idin introduced him to her friends. "So play nice, okay?" Whispering the last part into Drake's ear.
"Drake Lucian," he greeted, holding out his hand to them. Seeing the lust in their eyes, wondering if they were going to make trouble for him.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Drake," Marsha cooed, her thumb brushing along the back of his hand as she held it. "I wonder how you got so handsome."
"Oh, you know, a nightly wet face mask," Drake responded, seeing how her eyes lit up in desire, knowing how she liked it when she drenched him in her juices. "Does wonders for the skin."
"I'll have to try that sometime," Marsha stated, her eyes speaking the name she knew him personally by.
