Incest/Taboo My Son the Gigolo

"Drake?!" Becky greeted, hugging him when she answered the door. "Where are your bags? Thought you told Dad you were working tonight."

"Plans got changed," Drake stated plainly as he lightly patted her back. Feeling how she pressed her 32Ds into his chest.

"So, does that mean you'll stay tonight?" Becky asked, leading him into her home. Ever since Drake ate her out on Sunday, her mind just couldn't stop thinking about his tongue on her pussy. How wet he had gotten her so quickly. She had wondered how he got so good at it.

"Drake, no bags tonight?" Mario asked in surprise as he followed Regan as she ran to greet her older brother.

"Plans got canceled at the last minute," Drake said, not telling his father the whole truth that his Madam had given him the night off due to all the hours he had been putting in as of late. Looking down when Regan hugged his right leg tightly, then held up her arms to him. Seeing the smile on his father's face as he plucked Regan up off the floor.

"Ah, I do hate it when that happens, but I am glad you're getting some time off. You can't keep up those hours you've been keeping lately, or you'll just burn yourself out," Mario stated in a fatherly tone, patting his son's back as he and Becky led Drake into the kitchen where Idin was preparing a hearty meal for all of them.

"Hello, Drake," Idin greeted with a warm smile as she stood over the stove, stirring the sauce. "I see someone's finally gotten you to hold her," she teased, seeing Regan's firm nod as she clung onto Drake's shirt.

"So Drake, since you're off tonight," seeing Idin's surprise in her eyes, "why don't you spend the night? I know the girls would like it if you did," Mario said, seeing his daughters nodding along.

"Honey, did Drake bring any clothes with him?" Idin asked as the water for the pasta finally reached its boiling point.

"Bags are out in the car, didn't want to feel presumptuous if you declined," Drake said, putting on his act as he looked slyly down.

"Oh, honey, you're always welcomed to stay here," Idin said happily, shooting her husband a look that silently voiced their plot to get Drake away from his mother. They knew the first step was to get him to come over as often as possible. The next step was to get him to stay the night and then extend those nights. Until they could finally get him to spend most of his free time at their house. Then they would move to permanently cut him out of her sister's life. How she couldn't wait to rub her sister's nose in the fact that her son was now hers. "That will show you, what you get for getting Mom and Dad to disown me," she hissed bitterly into her mind.

"Then let me go..."

"I'll do it," Becky quickly cut in. Knowing what she would be doing now that they had hours once her parents retired to the other part of the house like they normally did around nine. She knew what they were doing. She wasn't so naïve as to think they were watching TV. Wondering if Drake would like it if they did the same thing. "I'll be right back," she said with a warm smile on her lips as Drake held out his car keys between his left thumb and index finger. Watching how Regan was rapidly chatting with him. Grinning at how Drake tried to decipher what Regan was saying to him. Blowing out a breath when she neared the front door, rubbing her hand along her mound, feeling it throbbing as she did, she also felt how moist she had gotten.

Trying to remember when anyone ever made her get so aroused. Her breath was taken when she peered into his car once she opened the door. For the past three years, she's been living in luxury, at least from her more down to Earth upbringing when her mother was still married to Jake. Wondering if he would ever take her out in it as she grabbed his bag from the front seat and gently closed the door. She did hope that Drake would be up for some more teaching. She really did want to be good at sex. She didn't want someone spreading a rumor about her that she couldn't suck a cock or fuck well, for that matter.

Becky also knew there were some men out there that would just take advantage of her lack of experience. To get her to do things that she normally wouldn't do just to appease them. If they thought she would fold so easily, they would be mistaken. Yet she was like every teenager at her age, horny and without someone to help her to relieve the itch. She hoped Drake would want to feel her pussy wrapped around that cock of his. She didn't even know if she could fit something so large inside of her.

Yet if he was willing then she was willing to show him just how far she was willing to go to improve herself. She knew Janet and Amina would be so jealous knowing how much they wanted his cock. She knew Amina was gunning to have sex with Drake. She had a suspicion that would have happened if their parents hadn't walked out the door that day. Wondering how they would take the news if she told them the rumors were true about how he could eat a woman out to an orgasm in less than two minutes. Walking back into the house, hearing her father and mother speaking with Drake responding every so often as she neared his room. Placing his bag on his bed, then scurried quickly to the bathroom. There was no way she was going to be sitting at the dinner table horny as all hell.

Taking her hair brush off the sink as she sat on the toilet. Running the corrugated rubber that was wrapped around the handle through her moist lips. Biting the inside of her cheek to keep her moan from escaping her lips as she sank the handle into her hot pussy. She always enjoyed masturbating with it. It had gotten her off many of time when she first learned about masturbation. Rolling her left breast in her hand as she pumped the brush into her liquifying mound. Her eyes fluttered as she daydreamed what it would be like if Drake was the one fucking her instead of her hairbrush. Her hand flew to her mouth, muffling her squeal as she came.

Seeing how her cream coated the handle before she sank it as deep as it would go as she rode out her orgasm. Practicing what Drake had taught her on it as she cleaned her juices off of it. Wiping it dry with some toilet paper, then wiping her pussy dry before flushing the toilet to hide the evidence of what she had just done. Reaching behind her, unclasping her bra, Becky wanted Drake to gaze at her unsupported mounds. Lifting up her shirt over her breasts, thinking back to Sunday night, how she had shown them off to him. Wondering if her brother would want to suck on them. She has before, but she pondered if it would be different than when someone else was doing the act.

"We'll just keep this between us." Becky heard her mother say as she walked back into the kitchen as she saw her mother handing Drake a glass of wine. She was sure that her father would say something, yet he was silent on the matter. "Do you like it?" Idin asked, bringing her own glass of wine to her lips.

"Fruity, a touch of citrus, there's something else I just can't put my finger on it." Becky watched how Drake smacked his lips and how her mother wore a smile as he tasted the wine. "Not a bad wine."

"I know; it's been boggling me too," Idin sighed as she and Drake stood on opposite sides of the island in her kitchen.

"This has to be a Cabernet Sauvignon," Drake stated. Having drunk many glasses of red wine when he's been out, performing his gigolo services, he's grown a habit of knowing what kind of wine he was drinking. He liked white wine just fine, yet he preferred a good red over a white.

"You really know your wine," Idin spoke, her eyes lighting up.

"I do," Drake nodded.

"I don't know how you can stand it," Mario said, getting a bottle of beer out from the fridge to have with dinner.

"Could say the same about that," Drake retorted, pointing at the bottle.

"What's wrong with a good beer?" Mario countered.

"You think that's a good beer?" Drake asked in a questioning tone. "You should try a Pilsner Urquell. Once you do, that wouldn't even hold a candle to it."

"Never heard of it," Mario said, confused.

"It's a Czech beer that I had while I was in Italy," Drake said truthfully. "But I like my wine more."

"Huh, but isn't the drinking age there twenty-one?"

"No, it's sixteen," Drake stated, taking another sip of his wine.

"Well, your father can have all the beer he wants. You and I will enjoy the delights of some very good wine together," Idin said, topping Drake off. "Now, do be a dear and carry this into the dining room for me," she spoke, putting the cork back into the bottle. "Becky, help your brother set the table while your father gets Regan into her highchair." While they might be wealthy now and might employ a maid or two to clean the house. She'd rather be the one cooking her family a meal than paying someone else to do it. Watching how Becky got out enough plates for them all while she poured the sauce for their spaghetti into the bowl that sat beside the stove. "You know Drake, if you come over more often, I'll teach you how to cook. I know it can't be easy living on take out in the Big Apple."

"Already do, had quite a few cooking classes," Drake stated as he took the bowl from her.

"Really, and pray tell what can you cook?" Idin asked in disbelief. Her mouth just inched lower as she listened to the dishes he's cooked in the past, mostly for his mother and brothers, not that Idin needed to know that.

"What's chicken cordon bleu?" Becky asked, confused as she got the silverware out.

"It's a breaded chicken breast stuffed with ham and cheese," Mario informed as he walked back into the kitchen to make Regan a glass of juice.

"Is it good?" Becky asked; it sounded like it was.

"Oh yeah," Mario admitted. "I'm impressed, son. You have to show us how you make it sometime. I know I'm already dying to try it. It's been a while since I've had it, and I know if you make it, it will be great," he said in a prideful tone, patting his son's left arm.

"Drake, can I ask why you've learned how to cook? Don't take this as me trying to demean you. Far from it, I'm impressed you've taken the initiative, so you aren't relying on others," Idin said in a motherly voice.

"Well, for the next few years, I'll be on my own for the most part, so I have to look after myself," Drake said from his seat at the dinner table. Noting how Regan was excited to have her favorite dinner for the evening. "Plus, I didn't really know anyone in Italy, so..." His thought trailed off as he shrugged as Idin sat down beside him.

"Well, you don't have to worry about that anymore," Idin stated, making a mound of noodles on her plate after Mario had fixed Regan's. "We plan on being here for you whenever you need it," she said sweetly. Her nostrils flared; her pupils dilated as she accidentally glanced down at Drake's lap. Thinking she was seeing things, that it was just the shadows that played along his jeans that were playing tricks on her eyes until it moved. Turning her gaze away, playing off the fact that it had to be the biggest cock she's ever seen if what his pants detailed turned out to be true.

Not realizing Drake had gotten himself aroused on purpose for that very reason; to sow his seed into her mind. He knew it was only a matter of time before she would start to sniff around. Wondering how his father was going to take the news once it was all over and done with. That once again he's been made into a cuckold by one of his sons. Although, he had no inkling of sexual or romantic feelings for his aunt. He was strictly doing this at his mother's behest. Once he had his cock planted deep inside of her, he knew that was the point he would use her infidelity to keep his aunt away from his mother and brothers. Drake knew she wouldn't dare allow Mario to know that she's been unfaithful to him. After all, she did enjoy a rather glamorous lifestyle.

"So Drake, tell us how life is in New York City?" Idin asked as she lounged beside Mario, sipping on her fourth glass of wine. Something Mario wasn't too happy about. Then again, she knew he enjoyed the benefits of when she was a little tipsy. He never complained when he would normally get the best fucking of his life when she imbibed a little too much.

"What's there to tell, really? It's a big city; with it comes big-city problems," Drake said offhandedly. He was still nursing his third glass of wine; he had to keep his wits about him. He couldn't tip off his hand too early.

"You must have something to share," Becky stated, sitting as close to her brother, without drawing her parents' suspicions, as she could.

"Well, I have been to Broadway a few... okay, a lot of times," Drake admitted.

"Oh, didn't think you were into plays," Mario said, his eyes flickered up from watching Regan play with her toys on the floor.

"I'll admit some of them are downright boring, but that's not the reason I go," Drake replied with a sly grin on his lips.

"Oh? I see," Mario snickered. A knowing smirk graced his lips at the fact that his son was turning out to be just like him.

"And just what do you do at these plays that you find boring?" Idin asked with a pointed look.

"I don't think you want me to answer that, Aunt Idin."

"Tell me anyway, I'm sure with those college skills, you can form your words to be less... salacious," Idin said, placing Mario's hand between her thighs as she crossed her legs so he could feel the heat that was coming off of her pussy. She just couldn't stop her mind from focusing on what she had seen in his pants, nor could she stop the fact it was getting her aroused at what he could do with it.

"Well... hmm... let's just say, my dates have a very hard time not applauding when such praise is unwarranted," Drake spoke, his innuendo hung thick in the air.

"I... see," Idin mused into her glass as her light green eyes peered at her stepson from over the rim of her glass. Knowing the first step in getting Drake fully into their family was to get him to stop calling her his aunt and replace that title with mother. "Drake," resting her wine glass on her knee, "I know it will be hard and most likely weird for you, but it's okay to call me Mom or any form of that word since I am married to your father."

"Have you ever gone and seen the Statue of Liberty?" Becky asked in a very excited voice.

"A few times," Drake nodded. "Here, see," he said, pulling out his phone, showing the pictures he took when he visited it.

"Oh, wow," Becky uttered, leaning into him, pressing her right breast into his arm. "Do you have any pictures of when you were in Italy?" she asked, eager for the nine o'clock hour to approach. Knowing that was when Regan went to bed and her parents had sex. So she knew they wouldn't be interrupted for most of the night, if at all.

"I do, but most of them are just the buildings I went to study for my architecture class."

"I don't mind," Becky said, lightly resting her hand on Drake's left forearm. Hoping he enjoyed having her lips wrapped around his cock, and prayed he wanted to feel them again.

"Where was that one taken?" Pointing at the picture on the screen of his phone.

"Florence."

"Oh, how did you like it?" Idin chimed in. "The city, I mean."

"It was nice, Venice is a much nicer city if you can get past the smell during the summer, or at least it did when I was there. It was quite nice when the sun sets."

"Oh, how so?" Mario asked, wondering if his son worked some play in with his studies.

"I don't want to be crude or anything, yet if you play your cards right, one can get lucky quite easily given the ambiance of the place at that time of the day," Drake said, sprinkling a bit of his bait out hoping to lure his aunt into untested waters.

"I take it you didn't have trouble finding female companionship for the evenings while in Venice?" Idin asked, trying to keep her tone from conveying the heat that was starting to build within her.

"I won't lie, but no, no, I did not."

"Knew you would take after me," Mario mused with a smirk on his lips. "I was known to be somewhat of a hound dog back in my day when I wasn't with someone, before I met your mother, of course."

"Of course," Drake muttered into his wine glass. Looking down when Regan approached him, holding out one of her toys to him.

"She wants you to play with her," Becky whispered into his ear, to which her little sister nodded that it was so.

"Oh, and what shall I do with this?" Drake uttered before making Regan giggle loudly as he used her teddy bear to act like it was biting her neck.

"So, where else did you visit when you were over there?" Mario asked inquisitively.

"Rome, which is more crowded than New York is if you can believe that, but it was a nice city to visit. Milan, rather nice people that live there. Naples, if I had a place to live, other than in Genoa where I was studying at the college there, I'd go there. Rather peaceful if you take out all the big city noise, or that just could be me. Then there was the trip to Syracuse and Palermo on Sicily to study the Greek ruins that still survive when it was a colony for the Greeks before the Romans overtook the island," Drake said, listing off some of the places he's been to while still playing with Regan.

"Do you think you'll ever go back?" Becky asked, imagining that she was tagging along with him, doing things to him beneath the Italian sun.

"Maybe, but it probably will be after I finish college. I do miss their beaches," Drake answered, peering over at Becky.

"Why's that?" Idin inquired, setting her glass aside now that it was empty.

"Because most... well, the ones I went to, clothing was prohibited," Drake stated, watching his father belt out in laughter.

"You're kidding me?!" Idin stammered.

"Nope, the place I was staying at in Genoa sat right on the edge of one of those same said beaches."

"You mean a n-n-nude beach?!" Becky muddled her words as the image of Drake laying naked on those sandy shores played out in her mind.

"I do," Drake nodded.

"And you lived by one?!" Idin felt her face heating, hating herself at what popped into her mind when he nodded his answer.

"And I bet given how you look now, the ladies were on you like flies to honey," Mario stated with a coy grin.

"Don't want to brag or anything, but yeah, they were."

"Honey, it's time; Regan needs her bath before she goes to bed," Idin said, giving her husband his cue to take her upstairs and fuck her hard after Regan's bath and putting her to bed.

"Night, you two, don't stay up too late," Mario spoke as he carried Regan in his arms and headed for the stairs.

Drake didn't miss how Idin peered back at him when she thought he couldn't see her before she disappeared around the wall. Looking down when Becky took hold of his hand.

"You never got to see my room. I think you'll like it," Becky stated, getting to her feet and pulling her brother along. Knowing what she would be doing in there, and it wasn't to show off how she decorated either.

Drake looked around the room, keeping his thoughts to himself as the door shut behind him. When it looked like what he suspected a teenager's room would appear like. Noting the pictures of her standing on the Great Wall of China with a group of her friends that she had made while over there. Then noting the ones that showed her in the Forbidden Palace. Turning when he heard a noise from behind him only to find Becky on her knees with her mouth open, eagerly waiting for his cock.

"I'm ready for my lesson Drake," Becky said in a husky tone.

"Oh? Are you now?"

"Mmmhmm," Becky hummed.

"Is this what you want?" Drake asked as he pulled his cock out once he had unzipped his pants.

"Yes," Becky said breathlessly.

"Then put it in your mouth," Drake ordered, to which Becky didn't hesitate to fulfill. "Oh, someone's been studying up on the internet," he said approvingly as she added some things that he hadn't told her about.

"I wanted to show you I was serious about this," Becky uttered as she stroked him off with both of her hands as she peered up at him.

"Well then, let's step it up a notch, shall we?" Drake spoke, taking charge of Becky's sexual awakening.

"What do you mean?"

"Take your shirt off," Drake directed. "Yeah, those are some nice breasts you have here," he said, watching her face as he bent down and fondled them. Hearing her little moan when he gave her nipples a little pinch and tug. "Now I think it's time for you to learn how to use them, wrap your tits around my cock and give me your very first tittyfuck," Drake commanded at the his pants hit the floor with a thud.

"Like this?" Becky asked innocently as she did as she was told. She followed every command he gave her. How empowered she felt beneath his tutelage. She knew he could have forced himself onto her. Violated her in every way possible that Sunday, yet he didn't, he only took what she was willing to give at that moment, yet now, now she wanted more. She wanted him to take her. To fuck her on her bed, to paint it in her juices, to make her howl into the mattress as she came on his cock. When Drake informed her that he was about to cum, she wasted no time in wrapping her lips around his rod, sinking down to the farthest she could take him.

Feeling his hot seed flooding her mouth, it still tasted awful to her, yet she was determined to see that Drake enjoyed being with her. Nodding in understanding when Drake told her he had to use the bathroom. Watching him walking nude out of her room. Scurrying to her feet, hastily stripping out of the last remainder of her clothes and getting onto her bed. Her face pressed against the mattress as she held her cheeks apart, allowing her pussy to open. Feeling her nectar leaking out at what she hoped would be the first of many times, she's felt him inside of her. Hearing the toilet flushing, her heart hammered in her chest, knowing she was about to be taken by a man who knew what he was doing, unlike the first boy she had been with in his room.

"Please, Drake, please, won't you come over here and fuck me? Show me what being fucked is really like?" Becky pleaded with him as she saw how he stood in the doorway of her room. "I know I don't have the skills to compare to the other women you've been with, yet they don't have a tight little pussy like mine. A pussy that desperately wants to feel you deep inside of it."

"I didn't bring any condoms with me, Beck," Drake spoke as he walked towards her bed once he had shut and locked the door.

"It's okay. Today is a safe day, so you can cum in me if you want," Becky said, trying not to let her voice betray how much she wanted this and how nervous she was at the same time.

"You sure this is what you want? Once we do this, there's no turning back. Sucking and eating you out is one thing. Sex is on a whole different level," Drake spoke as he ran his fingers along her labia and vulva before sinking two fingers into her pussy, feeling it tightening around them as he loosened her up so she wouldn't have a problem taking him back there. Hearing her muffled squeal and moan as he added a third one once she was wet enough not to cause her pain. Watching how her legs kicked as he hammered her pussy with four of his fingers pumping away within her hot cunt.

"I don't care, I want it, I want to feel you in me, I want to feel your cum inside of me," Becky moaned, yet low enough so not to travel outside of her room. She knew if her father found out, she would be thrown away just like he had done with Franklin and Aydin. "Please, Drake, make me yours," she pleaded once again. "Oh, shit, oh, shit," Becky rapidly said as she felt Drake's crown pressing on her entrance.

"Relax, it will hurt if you're too tense," Drake spoke, backing off a bit, teasing her some more with the head of his cock. Listening to her gasp of shock as he eased half his length into her, feeling her folds just strangling his cock as he pushed deeper into her cunt. "You like having that big cock buried in you, don't you?" he asked, making her squeal as he bottomed out inside of her pussy. Smirking as she screamed out into her mattress, thankful she had the wherewithal to do that. If she hadn't, she knew his father and Idin would have heard her as he rolled his hips, stirring his cock within that wet pussy of hers. Watching her body shuddering as he withdrew and then thrusted hard back into her. Feeling her body just giving in to him, letting go as her pussy began to grow accustomed to his cock. Wondering if Franklin and Aydin would care to have a poke at her as well, seeing how he was only doing this for his mother.

"Yes, Drake, I love feeling you in me," Becky panted, trying to keep her voice below a shout.

"Then fuck yourself on my cock," Drake directed, showing her how to do it as he pulled and pushed her hips forward and backwards on his slick pole. To instill the skills she would need to become a good lover to whomever she had sex with. Noting the amount of cream that was coating his cock. Listening to her moans as she came on his rod for the third time. "Yeah, hold your legs just like that," he spoke as Becky laid on her back, holding her spread legs as close as she could get them to her chest. Showing off her now bald pussy to him, noting how wet it was as it shone in the light of her bedroom. "Let's give this pussy a little rest before I really fuck you," Drake said, seeing her inexperience in her eyes when he said that.

"O-okay," Becky said weakly. Her hips jerked involuntarily as he teased her oversensitive mound with the tip of his tongue. Biting her lower lip, trying to hold back her moans as Drake brought her to another orgasm. She would have thought with the number of times she'd came, he wouldn't taste her. Losing herself to the pleasure that was filling her body, wondering why she'd waited so long to find out how good this could feel. Knowing she could and would give her body to him any time he wanted her. She would gladly do whatever it was that he wanted if only he would make her feel like this every time. Breathing heavily, whimpering when he fondled her breasts as Drake thrusted his hips, causing his cock to rub against her clit.

"You want more of this cock, don't you?" Drake asked in a commanding voice as he slapped his cock against her pussy.

"Yes, Drake, I want it; I want to cum all over it again," Becky stated, her grip loosened on her legs, her mouth inched open as Drake slid his cock back into her.

"You might want to cover your mouth. I'm really going to move now since this tight little pussy is all nice and loose enough to handle me," Drake spoke, holding onto her legs, keeping them open as he watched how her hands flew to her mouth. Smirking when it didn't take him but five minutes of hard pounding to get her to cum. "Just wait till next week. I'm going to make you scream since we'll be alone." Seeing her eyes widen when he said that. "Because I know you want me to fuck you again, isn't that right?" he asked, watching her nod in agreement. "Good. If you want to get good, you'll need a lot of practice."

"I'm willing to learn, Drake," Becky said in-between muffled moans. It was only because of her hands covering her mouth that her horrific scream of bliss wasn't heard throughout the house as she came hard on her brother's cock. Hearing her juices just jetting out of her once the plug that had been holding it back left her stretched-out pussy. Moving her body the way he told her as she came to rest on her side. Hearing his commanding tone in her ear, his breath hot in it as Drake told her to put his cock back inside of her as he held up her left leg. Feeling her slickness coating her fingers as she guided his cock back into her overheated mound. Her fingers gripped her comforter, feeling how soaked it was becoming as Drake slowly pumped his cock into her. Showing her the difference between a hard pounding and the slow build-up he was currently doing. "Drake, do... do I please you?" Becky asked in a breathy tone as her inexperience showed.

"You're doing great. This pussy is now ready to take me any time," Drake spoke. His fingertips ran down Becky's stomach, feeling the light film of sweat on her skin as he reached between her legs. Watching the shock play along her face as his light teasing of her clit brought her newfound pleasure that she's never experienced. "Can you feel that?" he inquired as he continued to play with her clit.

"Mmmhmm, are you about to cum?" Becky queried in an innocent tone. Squeezing her folds tighter, hoping to get to feel her brother's cum flooding her womb. Wondering if it would feel like the way Amina had said it would when she was having sex with her then-boyfriend who broke it off with her before heading to Europe to backpack through it, before heading off to his high-class college. "Please, Drake, I want you to cum in me. I want to feel it shooting inside of me. Please..." Burying her face into her mattress when Drake thrust his cock deep inside of her. Her body exploded in euphoria when she had another massive orgasm when her brother's cum flooded her womb. Her body shuddered as she felt him sliding his cock out of her pussy. "God, I'm so fucking sore?!" she moaned in her mind, yet a wide smile was on her lips that was hidden by her mattress. Looking up at Drake in surprise when he rolled her onto her back, swallowing hard when he straddled her chest with his pussy cream-coated cock dangling down at her.

"Clean it," Drake ordered. "That's a good girl. You like the taste of your sex on my cock, don't you?" She didn't need to say a word, given how she was sucking him off with gusto. It gave Drake the answer he was looking for. Smirking wickedly down at her when Becky's eyes widened in surprise when she felt him rehardening in her hot mouth. His mother loved the fact that he could do such a thing. Not that he ever did so with a client unless they paid for it, that is. He was a whore, a male whore. He didn't have sex for free unless he wanted to. Which was rare. Out of all his sexual encounters, only five percent of them were with women he wanted to do that with. "You ready for round two? Time for you to learn how to ride a cock," Drake instructed.

Idin stood in her daughter's bedroom, wondering why it smelled like pussy and cum. Even if it was stale, she could tell. She knew it had to be so thick in the air for it to linger in the air for so long. Not like how her father made her own sex linger for hours afterwards. No, she wasn't faulting Mario. He was getting older; his body was slowing down. It was natural. Yet, she remembered the nights he would fuck her for hours when she had told Jake she was going out with the girls. Now she was lucky if it lasted for forty-five minutes. She wasn't complaining. Mario had no trouble getting her off. Nevertheless, she missed the nights when they would be at it for hours.

"Who was it?" Idin hissed, shaking her daughter awake. Throwing Becky's covers off of her body, gasping as she saw the residue of cum coating her thighs. "Rebecca Ann Jenkins, you will tell me this instant who you let in this damn house?!" she growled, wagging her finger in her daughter's rather shocked face.

"D-D-Dante," Becky lied, quickly trying to come up with a name so she didn't get Drake in trouble, remembering how her friends were talking about him on Sunday. She knew if she told her mother that Drake had fucked her senseless beneath their noses last night that they would throw him out the first thing.

"Dante... you don't mean Dante Cole, do you?" Idin asked; her motherly instincts kicked in, thinking the man had taken advantage of her naïve daughter. Think the man had tricked her into giving him her virginity. Not realizing that Becky had lost that long ago. "I'm very disappointed in you, Becky," she sighed, sinking down onto her daughter's bed. "You have to stay away from that man, you hear me? He's nothing but a whoremonger. He doesn't care about you; he just wants to fuck you. That's all. You understand? He prays on women, and honey, you're naïve in the ways of men. People like him will take advantage of that. So, if you ever see him again, or he tries to get into this house, you tell me, and I'll have the police here to take care of the man," Idin said in a loving tone, not realizing that she had been talking about Drake. "Go take a shower, clean that cum off your thighs, then I'll take you to the doctors."

"Why?!" Becky asked, incensed.

"Because you let some man cum inside of you?! You don't know what kind of diseases he has! What were you thinking? You could have gotten pregnant?!" Idin spoke in a stern tone yet keeping her voice at a controlled level.

"No! I won't go!"

"You live under our roof, you will," Idin said, putting her foot down.

"Fine, but if Dante wants to fuck me again, I'll give him all the pussy he can handle, just like I did last night," Becky uttered in defiance, lifting her left leg, remembering how Drake felt inside of her as she showed off her gapping pussy to her mother. "You're just jealous. You aren't getting his fat cock!" She was rather surprised when her mother slapped her. That was the first time her mother ever raised a hand to her.

"Fucking disgusting," Idin spat. "I'll overlook that comment on the basis that you're too gaga over whatever you think is a large cock. You have a lot to learn if you think something six inches is big. Now get your ass in the shower and wash that filth off your body, and for God's sake! Don't let your brother see you like this!" Grumbling as she walked towards Drake's room to wake him for breakfast. Easing into his room, silently shutting the door so he wouldn't see the state Becky was in. She didn't know how he would react as she approached his bed. Shaking the thoughts from her mind as her eyes lingered on Drake's chest.

Then her hand stopped in midair as she caught sight of something that she had mistaken as his covers getting bunched up in his sleep until she saw movement beneath it. Tentatively, knowing she shouldn't be doing this, yet her hand moved on its own like it had to see what laid beneath his sheets. Her free hand flew to her mouth to contain her gasp so as not to alert Drake that she was in his room. She just couldn't peel her eyes away from it as his cock just stood there, moving slightly with the beat of his heart. Easing his sheets back down, hoping that Drake didn't wake up and catch her. What she didn't know was Drake was playing possum. He was already awake and heard her conversation with Becky, as much as she tried to keep it down. So Drake got himself hard, knowing she would be too tempted not to look.

"Drake," Idin said in a soft tone, hearing the shower going. "It's seven-thirty. Didn't you say you had to be somewhere this morning?" she asked, lightly shaking his left shoulder. Feeling how taut the muscle surrounding the joint was. "Come have some breakfast before you go," Idin spoke in a motherly tone as Drake stretched in his bed, giving her a mumbled 'Okay' as he did. "No wonder those women were on him in Italy," she whispered as she shut his door behind him. "I would be too if I wasn't his aunt... step-mother," Idin corrected herself as she walked towards the kitchen. What frightened her was the fact she felt heat forming between her legs because of it.

"You okay, hon?" Mario asked, noting how in her mind she was when he was filling up his travel mug with some delicious brown gold when Idin walked into the kitchen.

"Oh, it's nothing, just thinking of what we can do to get Drake onboard is all," Idin lied. She didn't want to let on that the sight of Drake's cock had excited her, and it scared her. Wondering if she was like her sister after all.

"Ah, he'll come around. I know he will, especially after what I gave him last night before we had our fun," Mario said with that cocky grin of his.

"I know, but we can't let up. Otherwise, Iliana will just sink her hooks back into him," Idin said, getting the eggs out so she could make some waffles for Regan, Drake, and Becky, with a side of livermush. Something she had missed greatly during their stay in China.

"Not going to happen," Mario stated with conviction.

Not realizing at that moment Becky was in Drake's room sucking his morning wood off, nor how his daughter looked like a slut as she was kneeling before Drake with her mouth open as he painted her face in his cum, or how she was smiling because he had done so. Drake noted how her eyes were shining when he told her how good she looked, covered in his cum as her tongue licked off what it could reach. Watching how she placed a kiss on his now deflating cock, after she wiped her face clean.

"When you come back, Drake, if you do before Monday, I want you in my pussy again," Becky said, bending over and touching her toes, showing off how red and wet she was for it.

"You better leave Becky before I have to make you howl again," Drake said in a sinful tone. While he did feel bad about turning Becky into his personal slut, yet she did hide the fact of his father's betrayal from them. Then again, this too was needed to get back at his father for everything he had done to his mother.

"Please, Drake, just run it through my lips one time, just so I'll have something to tide me over until then," Becky pleaded. Moaning lightly as her body shivered in delight at the feel of his crown moving through her labia. She couldn't wait for Monday and the hours of sex they would be having. Wiggling her ass as she walked towards his bedroom door, wrapping her towel around her body. A satisfied smile formed on her lips as she turned the doorknob, flashing him her breasts before her towel covered them, and out the door she went.

Drake arrived at Samantha's house twenty till nine that morning. Seeing her flinging the door open, her toned legs carried her racing towards him. Her smile was wide on her lips. He fumbled to catch her as she leapt onto him in excitement.

"I did it!" Samantha exclaimed for all the neighborhood to hear.

"Did what?" Drake asked, very confused.

"I got an 'A.' My first one in that class ever! And it's all thanks to you, Drake," Samantha said before passionately kissing him. "How about we go to my room, and I'll show you how much I'm thankful for your help," she spoke in a lustful tone as the events of Sunday flashed in her mind.

"I could go for some extracurricular activities," Drake replied in a very sinful tone.

"I was hoping you would be," Samantha answered with a smile before leading Drake into her home.

Monday of next week...

Becky waited nervously for Drake to arrive. She knew he was tutoring someone. Drake had told them on that Thursday morning after the night she had given herself to him. How she has been so anxious to have him once again, and this time there was no one to stop them or overhear them except for Regan. Recounting the conversation she heard her mother having with Drake. Telling him that she was grounded, that she wasn't allowed to go anywhere or do anything with her friends. Which was kind of fine with her since they would most likely be having sex most of the time when Regan wasn't awake. She was lounging in the den while Regan played on the floor, longing for the time to pass quicker. Becky could already feel how wet she was getting at the thought of having Drake back inside of her. Noting how Regan stopped playing with her dolls as her favorite mid-morning cartoon show came on. She will admit she did miss the Chinese and Japanese anime they were able to watch while they lived in China. She loved the people there, just not their government. She knew they got lax treatment seeing how her father was in charge of the branch over there for a time. Yet she knew they were watching them.​