Incest/Taboo My Son the Gigolo

"Don't fuck up my car," Drake said in a tired tone when Franklin was sitting at their kitchen table up early to study for the test he had in his summer class. Seeing his brother's eyes lighting up when he dropped the keys for his BMW into his hand. "You tear, dent, scratch, wreck, speed, get a flat tire, I'm holding you responsible for any and all costs it will take to get the car back into its former condition, we clear?"

"Yeah, yeah, no need to get your panties in..."

"You don't seem to understand what I'm saying; that's my image, my means of earning money; you would be on me in a flash if I disregarded your football gear and left it out in the rain and snow," Drake stated, glaring down at his brother. "I don't work my tail off just so you and Aydin can squander my money."

"Drake, you're being too hard on your brother," Iliana said sweetly; she couldn't resist smiling when it felt like Drake was dressing down his son and not his brother. "I'm sure Franklin and Aydin will take good care of your car while we're in Knoxville, won't you?" she asked, resting her chin on Drake's right shoulder as she hugged him from behind.

"I promise, Drake, it won't have a ding on it when you get back," Franklin stated firmly, knowing Drake did have to keep up his image. They all knew how hard Drake had been working since his return home from Italy, all so they could still call their home, home. He didn't want to know what would have happened to them if they had lost the house and lost the means of continuing to go to college. Watching as Drake dropped sixty dollars onto the table.

"For gas and something for you two to eat tonight. Don't think Mom wants to come home to find the kitchen destroyed with whatever monstrosity you two cook up," Drake teased, hearing his mother giggle behind him. "The car stays in the garage when you're not using it." Seeing his brother nod in understanding as headlights shone through the front window.

"Come on, honey," handing Drake his cup of cappuccino she had placed in a traveling cup as her left hand slid into his right, "we should get going if we want to make it to Knoxville before eight-thirty," Iliana stated with a loving smile on her lips. Seeing how Drake savored his first sip of his coffee, knowing she had made it just right for him. "Franklin, you and Aydin don't stay up too late, and no parties while we're gone," she said in a stern motherly tone.

"Call me if the car isn't ready by tomorrow," Drake called out to his brother before shutting the door behind him.

"Morning, you two," Cybil said in a cheery tone as she got her bag out of the trunk of her car.

"Morning, Cybil, you ready for this conference?" Iliana asked, opening the trunk of the Audi so Cybil could place her own bag with theirs she had preloaded the previous evening due to how late Drake would be given that was the trade-off he made to get these two days off. She knew he was giving up a lot of money to go with them, and she was going to ensure that he got every penny's worth in the form of her pussy and mouth, along with Cybil's. "Try this," she said with a smile on her lips in the light of the trunk as she handed Cybil her own coffee.

"Oh, is this from the famous cappuccino machine I've heard so much about?" Cybil asked, smiling at Iliana while her eyes were glued on Drake as he opened the reared passenger door.

"Mmmhmm," Iliana hummed.

"Okay, I can see why you said that; this is damn good," Cybil moaned as the hot caffeinated beverage played along her tongue. "So, why is he riding in the back?" she asked low.

"Oh, Dante had to work late last night and didn't get in until almost one in the morning, so he's a little bit cranky right now."

"I see, then I think he needs a good sucking to really ease him into his sleep," Cybil stated, hoping her friend would let her.

"Just don't stain the leather; Dante paid a lot for this car; I would hate to have to have it detailed so soon," Iliana said, winking at her friend as she took Cybil's coffee cup from her and walked around the car as Cybil closed the lid of the trunk.

Cybil was giggling like a schoolgirl as she approached the rear driver's side door. She's been dreaming of this moment all week long. Recounting how her husband had been begging her not to do this, that he would do whatever she wanted. She knew he knew the moment she had that fat cock in her, he would never compete with the owner of that cock again. That the moment she came on it, she would seek it out again if he thought she would put up with his cheating again. She told him flat out it was going to happen, whether he liked it or not. Just like she forgave him for his months-long affair with that big-breasted cunt from a block down the road. It was only fair that she had her own affair to even the score, at least she thought as much. Whether or not he was still there when they returned on Tuesday afternoon, she already had a plan in place. She would clean him out, get the house and custody of their kids, and he would only get a quarter of his paycheck to live on. She thought it a fitting price to pay for his cheating.

"Hi, Dante," Cybil cooed as the door softly closed, encasing the two of them in the rear of the car.

"Hello," cupping his hand over his mouth as he yawned loudly, "sorry about that," Drake mumbled.

"It's quite alright; I heard you had a late night," Cybil said, inching closer to Drake.

"I did," Drake agreed, taking a sip of his coffee as his mother started up the car.

"And that's why I'm back here, to give you a little something to help you sleep," Cybil spoke in a sultry tone as her hand slid along his lap. Feeling his soft mound of flesh beneath her touch.

"That so?"

"Mmmhmm," Cybil hummed as she rubbed his manhood through his jeans. "I hope you brought a whole box of condoms with you because I want to be so sore in the morning people will be wondering what all I've done the night before," she purred as she felt him responding to her touch. "How about we take this guy out, and I'll give you a taste of what's in store for you this evening," Cybil stated in a heated tone.

"Knock yourself out," Drake uttered with a coy grin.

"Mmm... would you just look at that cock, and this is what a cock should look like," Cybil said, practically drooling as her fingers wrapped around Drake's shaft.

"I know, there's just nothing like it," Iliana said dreamily as she pointed her car towards I-40 for their three-and-a-half-hour drive to Knoxville.

"Please, tonight, be gentle with me; I've never had something so big in me before," Cybil stated with innocence as she peered up at him while she continued to stroke him to full hardness.

"I would never; by the time I'm out from between your legs, you'll be so wet, it will just slide right in," Drake said with confidence.

"Do... do you mean you're going to eat my married pussy?" Cybil asked, forgetting the last time her husband had put any effort into the act.

"Of course, ask Iliana what you're in store for," Drake spoke with a cocky grin on his lips.

"Cybil, have you ever cum from oral in two minutes?" Iliana asked, smirking into her rearview mirror.

"What?! That's not possible!"

"Neither is that cock in your hand, yet my baby can and has done so numerous times to my sweet little cunt, haven't you, baby?" Iliana asked, blowing Drake a kiss in the mirror.

"Mmmhmm, and who wouldn't want to see that pretty little pussy all creamy, hmm?" Drake flirted.

"Two minutes?! You two aren't fucking with me, are you?" Cybil asked, looking between the two. Feeling her mound quivering in anticipation when she stared into those eyes of his as the streetlights played along his face.

"I never boast about my skill; I am that good. Are you prepared for the delights that await you on the tip of my tongue?" Drake spoke in a seductive tone as he cradled her chin between his thumb and index finger.

"No, but neither was Columbus when he set out to find the New World, and tonight, I plan on planting my flag on the shores of discovery," Cybil purred before inhaling his cock. "Oh, God, it's so fucking big!" she exclaimed once she came up for breath.

"Did warn you," Iliana spoke with a smirk on her lips.

"I just want the whole thing in my mouth," Cybil moaned as she went back to her task. In her fourteen years of marriage, she's never once thought about seeking out another man. She was content with remaining a faithful wife to her husband; however, he set this into motion, set her out on this course of action to have another man between her legs. She would not return to that marriage with the scales so heavily weighted in his favor. She wanted her husband to know she could easily find another cock to take care of her needs. Now once she returned home, the slate would be cleared, and they could hopefully build back their marriage; nevertheless, this time, he would have to truly show her that he wanted to stay married to her. She wasn't going to be the only one trying to make it work like she has been doing for the past two months. Her hand slipped between her legs, rubbing her covered mound as she pleasured that hard, fat tool of Drake's. How she couldn't wait to sit on it. To feel how full it would make her. To have it stretching her out like no man has done. She just hoped she'd be able to walk to the conference the next day. "Cum in my mouth; I want you on my tongue all through the morning," Cybil growled in lust before her lips engulfed his rod once again.

Iliana was fighting herself from rubbing her pussy as she listened on. How the sound of Cybil sucking off her son made her so wet. It took all her will power not to pull the car over to the shoulder of the interstate and join Cybil in the backseat. Yet she was her son's cuckquean, and this was for her friend's benefit, to show her that there were men out there willing to pick up the slack if her husband no longer wanted to share her bed.

"God, fuck condoms; I want to feel you soiling my pussy with this thing!" Cybil said, throwing caution to the wind. "I'm clean, so you don't have to worry about anything, except if I can't get enough of this fat cock," she purred before swirling her tongue around Drake's deflating crown.

"What about pregnancy?" Drake asked with a cocked eyebrow.

"Oh, that," waving off his worry, "a cyst formed on my ovaries after the birth of my second child, which ruptured, causing internal bleeding which caused the doctors to remove them to be safe so that it wouldn't turn into cancer. So you don't have to worry about getting me pregnant. Now you just relax and enjoy your nap," Cybil cooed, lightly kissing his lips, loving the taste of his cum as it lingered on her tongue.

"Baby? We're here," Iliana whispered lightly as she jostled Drake's knee to wake him from the nap he's been in for the past three hours.

"Where...? Oh, right," Drake mumbled as his fogged mind caught up to his waking body. "So where's this conference supposed to be held?" he asked, stretching in his seat. Noting how his mother's eyes lingered on his chest when his shirt became taut as he did so. Seeing that smile on her lips, the same smile he's seen all his life whenever she would wake him.

"They're holding it in some giant room in the hotel like they always do," Cybil stated in a dispassionate tone.

"You don't sound too eager to go to this thing?" Drake spoke as he opened the car door.

"Hell no, I know what I'll be thinking about throughout those long, boring speeches," Cybil said with a rather sexy smile on her lips.

"And whatever could that be?" Drake asked with a knowing smile, walking to the back of the car to get his and his mother's bags out of the trunk.

"Oh, you know, how much I'm going to cream that cock of yours, and how much cum you'll be pumping into my pussy, mmm, nice and firm," Cybil purred as she grabbed handfuls of Drake's left ass cheek. "I bet you can bounce a quarter on your ass."

"Wouldn't you like to know?" Drake flirted as his mother lowered the trunk.

"Dante, are you hungry?" Iliana asked, slipping her hand into his once she had taken her bag from him.

"Little bit; why?" Drake inquired, peering over at his mother as they walked towards the front entrance.

"We passed a pancake house just a mile down the road from here," nodding in its direction, "so if you want to go, you can; we won't be stopping till one then breaking for a thirty-minute lunch, which the hotel will be serving," Iliana said, a little miffed she wouldn't be able to head up to their room for a hot tryst with her son. "Then we'll end the day around five, so you'll be on your own for a bit. Do you think you'll survive?" she asked with a teasing smirk on her lips.

"Yeah, I think so," Drake retorted, seeing his mother's eyes widen at the spank he landed on her ass. Glancing to his right as they passed the gym on their way to the reception desk.

"Welcome to the Hyatt hotel; how can I help you?" asked the kind young man that stood behind the desk.

"Yes, we're here for the security and data conference," Iliana said, stepping up to the desk, giving the man the company she and Cybil were with.

"And you, sir?" the man asked, looking at Drake.

"Oh, he's not here for the conference; he's here to be our entertainment for the evening," Iliana uttered with a seductive smile on her lips as she peered back at her son, getting a lustful 'Mmmhmm' out of Cybil when she spoke those words.

"I can certainly see why; the man's delicious," the man cooed as he checked Drake out. "If it doesn't work out, can I throw my hat in the ring?"

"Oh, I'm never throwing him away; just look at him; I'm not that crazy," Iliana said, chuckling along with the receptionist.

"Is the gym open for guests or...?" Drake spoke, smirking wickedly at his mother.

"The gym is open, and you're free to use it anytime you want," the man said in a polite tone.

"Good, and thank you, it's been so hectic with work for the past few days, haven't had the chance to get a decent workout in," Drake said, watching the drool just forming at the corners of his mother's and Cybil's mouths as he flexed his muscles. Seeing how their minds went blank as he put on a little show for them. While he wasn't into guys, that didn't mean he couldn't appreciate the look on the man's face. It was nice to know that if he was gay, he would just be as lucky as he was then with the ladies. "So, how about you take that card, and we'll go up to our room," he spoke in a very charming and very alluring tone as he rested his bag over his shoulder, displaying how taut his bicep was after all the years of constantly going to the gym has turned his once scrawny body into a lean, tight, muscular form. Wiggling his eyebrows as he flexed his pectoral muscles, whistling innocently as he walked off towards the elevators.

"That's just wrong, and you know it!" Iliana called out to him, feeling her body heating and a groan of want escaping her lips when Drake just smacked his ass to get a rise out of her. Which he knew would work. She did love holding onto it when he brought her to the edge of her blissful wonderland and down over the raging falls filled with ecstasy and lust.

"Is he always so... insatiable?" Cybil asked; her pussy was threatening to drown her panties in her juices as her mind played out what she would be doing to that hot, hard body of his.

"Mmmhmm," Iliana hummed as she dragged her lip along her teeth, remembering the Christmas he came home before leaving for Italy. Recounting how that white turtleneck he was wearing gave her a glimpse at the body her son had earned.

"This is the meal you've wanted, isn't it?" Drake asked, holding up the front of his shirt and showing off his hard abs to the two of them.

"You're going to eat me out right this second?!" Cybil growled, pushing Drake onto one of the full-size, matching beds that were in the room. "There is no way in hell I'm going to sit through that boring-ass crap when I'm fucking horny as all hell?!" Seeing how Iliana had the same thought as she did as she too was unzipping her skirt that she was wearing as well, as her own hit the floor. Revealing to Drake's eyes the rather sexy white pair of panties she had bought just for this trip Saturday.

"Well, then ladies, your seat awaits," Drake said, tapping his lips.

"Oh, shit, oh, shit, oh fuck me, yes!" Cybil hollered out as she came hard on his tongue as she rode his face. "Fuck I need another; I've never been eaten out this well in my life!" she cried out, hoping the people in the room above them couldn't hear what was happening in their room. "God damn!" Were the only words she could get out before her body convulsed and fell to the left of him as she lost herself in her orgasm.

"Baby, you won't leave me wanting, will you?" Iliana asked in a sweet tone as she dried his face.

"Have I ever turned you down?" Drake asked.

"Once, but that was to teach me a lesson, so I don't count it," Iliana said, referencing the night before Christmas when she sucked his cock while he was sleeping.

"Then get up here and show me that pussy that I love making cum just for me," Drake said with a loving smile on his lips. Seeing the light flare in his mother's eyes when he said that.

"You're so good to me," Iliana sighed as she caressed his face before scurrying to sit on his face when she noted the time. Hearing her son coughing beneath her when she drowned him in her juices that had just gushed out of her from her orgasm. What could she say? Even after all this time, her son has yet to diminish in his skill; in truth, she got the feeling they've only strengthened since they became a couple. "One more baby, then we have to go. Now make my pussy fucking sloppy wet!" she growled as she took hold of tufts of his hair and rode his face hard. "God, I love tasting me on your tongue," Iliana purred as they shared a passionate kiss as she and Drake stood in the room's doorway. Slipping the room key into his front pocket. Noticing the far-off dreamy look on Cybil's face as she gazed at her son.

"Well, if you hurry back, you might get to taste something else with you on it," Drake spoke in a sinful tone as he rubbed his mother's hand along his rousing manhood.

"That's just playing dirty?!" Iliana bemoaned.

"With how hot you are, Iliana, I have to play dirty," Drake retorted with a coy smirk on his lips. Watching how red his mother's face was getting.

"Ugh!" Iliana groaned in aggravation as she stomped down the hall. "This isn't over! You hear me!"

"And you know where to find me, Iliana; I'm not hiding," rolling his body in a sexual manner to get his mother even hornier than she already was at that point, "I'm all the more willing to make you howl at the moon," Drake called out to her.

"Be safe when you go out, and don't work too hard in the gym," Cybil said, getting her parting words in. Glad to see that her friend had someone who cared about her like she saw in Drake's eyes.

"Dante?"

"Yeah?" Drake's voice carried down the hall.

"Love you, get you something to eat, okay?" Iliana spoke in a loving, motherly tone, seeing him nod as her face burned like mad as his words rattled inside of her head. Who was dancing a jig inside of it at the realization that her son thought she was hot.

Drake noted the looks he had garnered the moment he walked into to the local pancake house. It was normal for him, so it didn't bother him all that much. In Italy, he was practically the norm wherever he went, so he never really noticed the looks he had gotten when he first returned from his time overseas. He did, however, notice how the three younger waitresses were glaring at the woman who appeared to be in her early thirties approached him with a menu in her hand.

"You new here?"

"Just visiting for the day," Drake said in a polite tone as she set his menu before him.

"Would you like to hear the specials?" the waitress asked, then rattled them off.

"I'll have the second one with a glass of orange juice, and how's your coffee?" Drake asked, smiling up at the woman.

"Not bad if I say so myself," she said with an alluring smile.

"Let me get a cup of that as well," Drake said, handing the menu back to her as she finished writing down his order.

"Coming right up," she cooed with a wink before heading off to fulfill his order.

Pulling out his phone and opened the tracker app he had installed on his phone and his car. He didn't trust his brothers not to go joyriding in his rather expensive BMW. Seeing his smile reflected back at him on the screen of his phone as the blinking dot flashed, showing his car was sitting in the parking lot of his brothers' college. Shutting off the app when he saw the woman returning with his drinks.

"Ah, just what I needed, hot java?!" Drake sighed; the few intermittent hours of sleep he had gotten weren't enough, in his opinion.

"Rough night?"

"No, late-night, four hours of sleep is not enough to be among the living," Drake joked, casting the woman a warm smile.

"Tell me about it; I'm lucky to get a good solid five hours in."

"I do hope it's some lucky man making you restless," Drake flirted, seeing how the woman's cheeks heated.

"No, rowdy kids," she said with a flirty smile. "Although, I could go for some restlessness," she uttered, her desire clear as day.

"When's your next break?"

"When you're through eating," she spoke, telling him she was all the more willing to bounce on his pole.

"You see that, Audi?" Drake asked, pointing at his former car.

"Mmmhmm."

"I'll drive around back, and we'll see if an angel can sing," Drake said sinfully.

"You sure you have the juice to satisfy this?" she asked in a sultry tone, waving her hand up and down her body.

"Oh, that's not in question; the question you have to ask yourself is: will once be enough," Drake uttered with a libidinous smirk on his lips.

"We shall see, won't we?" she cooed before moving off to take the couple's order that just sat down in her section.

Looking over as his phone rang as he was pouring his second creamer into his coffee. "Hello?" Drake answered softly once he brought it to his ear.

"Hello, son." Drake kept his sigh from his voice, hoping to go one day without hearing his father's voice in his ear.

"Hello, Dad; why are you calling so early?"

"Just want to see if you'll do Idin and me a favor."

"What kind of favor?"

"You see, my company just closed a rather large deal, and as a show of good faith on our part, I'm heading down to Atlanta to finalize the deal and to smooth over any ruffled feathers before the signing. We were hoping you could swing by, or better yet, stay here and check in on Becky and Regan while we're away. I know Becky's an adult now; even in a gated community like this, I feel it's unsafe to leave her unprotected in this large house by herself. I just don't want something happening to her while we're away."

"And when is this?"

"We leave here at seven to catch our ten-thirty flight to Atlanta next Monday."

"Hold on, let me check my schedule," opening up his calendar, seeing no overnight 'dates' had been set up in advance as they normally are, which meant once the 'date' was over, a quicky in the back of the limo, he would be free for the rest of the night, "alright, I can do it, but I'm working all next week, so she'll only be alone for a few hours."

"I can understand that, and I do appreciate this, son. It means a lot to Idin and me, knowing Becky and Regan will be watched after. Why don't you come over for dinner tonight, before you have to go to work..."

"Can't I'm out of town at the moment."

"Oh? When will you be back?"

"Sometime tomorrow."

"Okay, well, maybe we can set something up for Wednesday night?"

"Sometime around six, have an eight o'clock appointment with a client," Drake stated, knowing that was the night Brie had scheduled for the two of them. She hadn't requested the limo, which meant he would be picking her up, not that he minded; he did enjoy how she usually greeted him when he arrived at her home. He knew they gave the guard at the entrance to the gated community a show plenty of times as Brie insisted on road head.

"Son, you're going to have to tell me what kind of job in entertainment, you have that you have meetings well into the night."

"It's no different than the dinners you have. Don't you write those off as business meetings?" Drake shot back.

"I... okay, good point."

"Listen, my breakfast is here; I'm going to let you go," Drake said, watching his waitress carrying his plate of two sunny-side-up eggs, hash browns, two sausage links, buttered toast, and his single pancake.

"Okay, son, I hope you enjoy it; we'll see you Wednesday night."

"Would you like some jelly for your toast?"

"Yes, if you don't mind, apple if you have it; if not, grape will do," Drake spoke in a warm tone.

"I believe we do; give me one second," she said, winking at Drake before walking off to the counter. Speaking to one of the other waitresses, who handed her two packs of apple jelly. "Now, if you need anything else, you just let me know," she stated, lightly placing her hand on Drake's shoulder before moving off to check on the other guests that were sitting in her section so she could take her break once Drake was done with his meal.

Drake glanced over to his phone as the yoke of the egg ran down to the center of his plate. Taking his bite, he had to hand it to the cook; he could cook a mean egg. Opening up his text message when his phone dinged, almost choking on his bite of egg as his mother's and Cybil's pictures of their pussies appeared on his screen. Feeling himself hardening as he read his mother's text that stated she wanted to eat his cum out of Cybil's pussy. To know what the two of them tasted like. He was a little taken aback by that. He had thought Emma was the only one she would do that with or was that because his mother knew Cybil personally? He couldn't say, although the thought of watching his mother scooping out his cum from Cybil's cunt was highly arousing.

"Everything okay?" his waitress asked as she stepped up to his side.

"Can I get some more OJ?" Drake asked when he was halfway through his meal.

"Certainly," she said with a chipper smile on her lips. "I hope everything is to your liking?" she spoke as she placed his fresh glass of orange juice and his check on the table before him.

"It is; tell your chef well-done; the eggs were delicious," Drake stated in a friendly tone.

"I'll make sure to tell him." Drake's eyes glanced to the left of him, watching how her ass moved beneath the skirt of her uniform as she moved off to see to her other guests. Leaving forty dollars on the table for the woman's tip as he went to pay his twelve-dollar check. Seeing how his waitress quickly spoke to one of the waitresses to cover her section before she quickly walked into the back of the restaurant. Wondering how tight the woman would be after she's gotten off on his cock as Drake slid into the driver's seat of the Audi.

Drake saw her shock on her face and nothing else before she pounced on his rod. How she was moaning like crazy as she rode him with abandonment. Glad he had the wherewithal to bring condoms with him; then again, that was second nature to him whenever he left his home. Smirking to himself when she peered back at him when she had to go back to work. Seeing that look on her face, wondering if she would ever see him and his cock again. Some would look down on him for his lack of control of his sexual encounters with strange women. He would personally tell them to fuck off and mind their own business. He was a whore, and he was very good at what he did. It wasn't his fault women wanted what he had. Whether they were in a relationship or not, they were in control of their bodies. He never forced anyone to use him as a pogo stick.

Once he got back to the hotel, he changed into the pair of workout clothes he had told his mother to pack for him. Drake headed back down to the hotel's ground floor to use their gym. Noticing that he was the only one in there, it wasn't surprising since it was nearly ten-thirty in the morning. Snapping off a few pictures to taunt his mother with before he began his workout. Chuckling to himself at the emojis his mother had sent back as he started out with some cardio. Then taking another photo of his sweat-drenched chest, making sure the light was just right to glisten along his skin before he snapped the picture. Adding the text of don't you wish you were the cause of this? Which as you can imagine got a reply from his mother of 'fuck yes!' Making sure to wipe down the bench of the machine he had just finished using, then wiping his own body down, so he wasn't dripping everywhere he went before he left the gym. Noticing it was a little past noon when he left the gym. Wondering what he was going to do for the next few hours.

"Hey," Drake spoke as he approached the front desk.

"Yes, how's your stay going?"

"Quite well, thank you."

"Did you get the workout you were looking for?" the man asked, noting how soaked Drake's shirt was as it clung to his chest.

"I did, I did," Drake nodded. "I was wondering if there was anything to do around here since they'll be in that thing for a few more hours."

"There is a spa that's a part of this hotel. Would you like for me to set up an appointment for you?"

"Spa? Never been to a spa before," Drake mused.

"I promise you, sir, you'll come out feeling relaxed and refreshed."

"Mmm, sure, set it up for me," Drake said after a few minutes of thought. "Thanks," he uttered in a kind tone when the man told Drake he had an appointment in an hour.

"We at the Hyatt aim to ensure that all our guest's needs are met," the man said with a charming smile. "And here are some places around the city that are very good for entertainment, food, dancing, and everything in-between," he stated, handing Drake a list of businesses that used the hotel to pump up their own.

"How's this place? Is it any good?" Drake asked, pointing at the seafood restaurant. He could go for a good lobster.

"Oh, you'll just love it there; my husband took me there just last month for our anniversary," the woman that was standing beside the man who checked them in chimed in.

"Guess I know where we're going for dinner tonight," Drake spoke, flashing the woman a smile. Thanking them both for their help, nodding along when the man told him how to find where the spa was located.

"Damn, I wish I was twenty years younger."

"I wish he was gay," the man sighed as they watched Drake walking towards the elevators.

"What do you mean you're going to a spa?!" Drake couldn't keep his smile from showing, hearing the pout in his mother's voice when he called her to let her know where he was going.

"Well, I'm bored, and showering isn't going to take me that long. Plus, I get the feeling Cybil's going to work me to the bone tonight. So I thought I would get some relaxing in before I make her howl like a banshee."

"But Drake... I haven't been to one in a while?!" He could picture his mother huffing in her seat, unable to get out of the conference as she whispered into her phone.

"Well, I've never been to one before."

"Not even when you were in Italy?"

"Nope."

"Then why didn't you say something to me?! I would have made an appointment for the both of us!"

"Never thought about it, Mom, and what guy my age says: hey, let's go to a spa?! Don't think that happens a lot, Mom," Drake stated, slipping out of his sneakers as he put his phone on speaker. Hearing her giggle on the other end of the line when he said that.

"True, okay then, how about this, say next weekend you and I spend the day at one. What do you say?"

"Hmm, love to Mom, but Dad called me when I was out eating breakfast..."

"What did he want?" Drake heard the hard tone in her voice.

"He and Idin are going out of town next week and wants me to stay at their house to keep an eye on Becky and Regan."

"Becky's eighteen; she can look after herself," Iliana huffed.

"Yeah, but she'll also be alone with a two-year-old, in a huge house all alone. In a place she's out of place in, lots of things could happen to her," Drake said, stating the worst possible outcome. "Plus, you were the one who asked me to make them my sluts, were you not? Wasn't that your plan when you asked me to cuckold Dad?"

"But a whole week?! You know how much I miss you if you're gone a day?!"

"I know, Mom, but you're the one that wanted me to do this. This can't be rushed, you know that."

"Yeah, okay," Iliana sighed in defeat. "Just promise me something."

"And what's that?"

"That you don't fall for Idin's bullshit."

"Mom, I have told you far richer, far prettier women than Idin have tried to woo me away. Yet, no one ever compares to you," Drake said in a sweet tone. It wasn't hard for him to imagine the wide smile on his mother's lips and how red her face was getting. "Anywho, ask Cybil if she likes seafood?"

"She does; why?"

"I was thinking we'd try this restaurant the man at the front desk told me about tonight," Drake stated as he stripped out of his clothes.

"Oh? That sounds nice; say we leave at five-thirty? Then come back to begin Cybil's wild fuckfest?"

"Sounds like a plan; well, I should get into the shower; I do have that appointment to keep," Drake uttered, smirking wickedly into the phone at his mother's groan. Some days he enjoyed being a gigolo, given he had no office hours, no conferences to go to. Some days he didn't, like when he wanted only to be with his mother and only his mother. Yet, he had set things into motion years ago, things he couldn't back out of. Plus, he knew without the money he brought in from his whoring, there would've been no way he could have saved the house and proved to his mother that he could be the man she truly needed. Sighing as he ducked his head under the steaming water that poured out of the showerhead. Sometimes, like in that instance, he hated life and how he had to sell himself just to make ends meet because his father couldn't keep up his commitments.

That he couldn't keep his dick out of another woman, his mother's sister no less, couldn't keep from getting her pregnant not with one daughter but two. Wondering if this was what his neighbor in New York, Cassy, meant when she told him she had father issues when she had confessed to him why she had become an escort in the first place. Redressing in the clothes he had arrived in, but clean underwear, hoping that his mother wouldn't get disheartened with him and seek out someone that could be there wholly for her when he knew he couldn't. As the door closed behind him, Drake departed to make his appointment with a sad heart.

Iliana wore an alluring smile on her lips as she noted how her son's eyes gazed as her 36D breasts dangled as she slipped into her matching pumps she had brought along in hopes Drake would seek to take her out for dinner. Knowing how the wide V-cut in the front of the dress displayed a vast portion of the insides of her breasts and half of their tops, it was only through the nipple tape she had brought along that she didn't go spilling out of her dress. The right slit of her dress caused the lower half of her dress to spill off her right thigh and onto her left as she crossed her legs when she was slipping on her pump, showing off her silky, smooth, shapely leg to her lover. She had sensed something was off with him when they arrived back to their room.

"Iliana..."

"Hmm?" Iliana hummed, wondering when he would bring up what was bothering him. "What is it, honey?" she asked in a soft tone, hearing Cybil finishing up in the bathroom.

"You know I love you, right?"

"Of course, I do," Iliana answered with a warm, loving smile on her lips as she watched how those eyes of his followed how she so elegantly rose from the bed. "It is nice to hear it from time to time," she teased lightly. "Baby, what's the matter? You've been out of sorts since we got back. Tell me, what's troubling you?" Iliana asked in a worrying tone as she ran her arms up his chest. While she wasn't decked out in her finest or wearing that much makeup and jewelry, she still wanted to look good for her man.

"You know I only do what I do..." How his heart was melting as those green eyes of hers peered at him with such love.

"You do what you need to do and nothing more. Over these past two years, you've shown me a side of you I nearly recklessly threw away in my pride and arrogance. You took on so much, did so much for me that you don't know how proud I am of you. You took on a mantle you were ill-prepared for and never once balked at the responsibilities you were faced with. Saved me and our home from a fate I couldn't stop no matter how much I tried. Took time out of your busy day to go over things that you had no clue what I was talking about, yet you learned; you researched the words we were discussing. Learned what I and the house needed; you took care of us when you didn't have to after I hurt you so badly. I will forever regret how stupid and foolish I was back then when the man I longed for, the man that fills my heart, my soul, was standing right before me this whole time.

I know you only do what you do to provide for us. I've told you already, I don't care about that. You aren't going home with them; you're always in our bed, snuggling up to me whenever you get home in the evenings. They might experience this," her hands lightly rubbed on his upper chest, "yet they will never get your heart. I know that belongs to me and me alone. I've always known," Iliana said with a coy, knowing smile on her lips. "So whatever is troubling your mind, cast it away; as you've stated before, no one can lure you from me; it's the same for me. There is no one on this Earth that could ever, I mean ever, fill the place in my heart, my soul, my very being that you command."

"Have I told you how beautiful you look?" Drake asked, seeing his mother's cheeks reddening as his hands slipped along his mother's waist.

"Not lately," Iliana stated, feeling her body heating as Drake pressed her lightly into his. "I'm always eager to hear how beautiful you think I am," she uttered with a sly grin on her lips.

"There isn't a second of the day that goes by that your radiant image isn't dancing before my eyes," Drake spoke in a loving tone.

"Is that so? I'm radiant, hmm?" Iliana cooed in a light tone; her eyes twinkled in her desire as she felt her lover's hands on hers. She might still sleep with Aydin and Franklin; they were her sons, and it would be wrong to cut them off when they've been sleeping together for so long. Also, it would be wrong to flaunt her and Drake's exploits in their faces when she and Drake were making love in his room. Yet, while she loved them as a mother loves her children, she wasn't in love with them like she was with Drake.

She knew Drake would have to stop being a gigolo eventually and she would be there to ensure Drake never misses the life he would undoubtedly have to give up. By then, she hoped they would be financially set so that they didn't have to worry about Drake working so many late nights just to cover the bills, house payment, and everything else in-between. She did hope that one day Drake would just want to settle down and be hers and hers alone. "I can wait, baby; I'm not going anywhere. You've shown me that you're worth waiting for, and I mean to keep you all to myself." Leaning forward, her lips molded against his as the world around them seemed to die away as they seared the passion they felt for one another into each other's lips.​