Incest/Taboo My Son the Gigolo

The next day...

Idin has been out of sorts ever since she overheard Becky and Drake talking. She wasn't proud of it, nor could she help it when she had a sex dream about him, namely the cock she'd seen. Remembering how wet she was when she woke up that morning. Mario had commented on how distracted she was a few times that morning. She told him a lie. There was no way she was going to tell Mario she had a dream about her fucking Drake. She knew that wouldn't end well. So she told her husband a lie. Still, though, she just couldn't take her mind off of Drake's manhood. All through breakfast, she tried to keep herself from soaking her panties when her pussy just wouldn't let the image of Drake's root out of her mind. Now, as the hour approached for Drake to arrive, she feared something might slip out of her. Something she couldn't let Mario get wind of, not ever!

Then again, she wondered how he would react, knowing he couldn't compete with his youngest son. Wondering if that's why he cut off Franklin and Aidyn because they were bigger than he was. Rising to her full height, tapping her finger on her chin, pondering on that thought as she got the living room set up for the proposal she was going to present to Drake after lunch.

"Idin, what'cha doing in here? Aren't you supposed to be watching Regan?" Mario asked, stepping into the room.

"Like you were supposed to yesterday?" Idin retorted, turning her burning glare into her husband's hide.

"Honey, I explained why I had to..."

"You know if you're going to lie to me, be damn sure it isn't one you used on my damn sister!" Idin snapped, seeing the gears finally turning in his brain that she wasn't so stupid as not to notice his change in demeanor. "Especially when we both know what 'having to go into the office on the weekend' really means," she said, throwing up quotation marks. "I'm warning you now, Mario, if I find out you're screwing around on me. Well, I think you can figure that out."

"I don't know where you're getting this from, Idin. I swear I'm not cheating on you. Why would I?" Mario lied. He got what he wanted from Idin, another child to keep her anchored to him. All so he could have free pussy, a clean house, and a decent supper waiting on him when he got home from work. He saw what he did in his office, his private getaway from the family to enjoy the fruits of his power over eager interns willing to give up their bodies for a position at the company. He knew he was going to have to play this more safely from now on, knowing he couldn't just jet off to another country, not in his position. Which he wasn't going to give it up regardless of what happened from that point forward. He had worked too hard to give up his spot as Vice President. That only meant he had to keep Idin happy to ensure she didn't file for divorce. Wondering if Iliana would give up that pussy to be with a man again.

"I wonder if you spouted those same words to Iliana when she started to suspect something," Idin retorted. "Now go watch Regan like you were supposed to do yesterday while I greet our guest," she spoke, calming herself down, so Drake wouldn't suspect something was amiss in their house. She didn't want to give Iliana any hints that all was not well between them. Glaring at Mario's back as he grumbled, walking back to the den. Straightening out her shirt as she approached the front door. Blowing out a breath to relieve herself of her anger and to fortify her mind against what had played out in it during her slumber. "Hello, Drake," Idin greeted with a warm smile on her lips once she had opened the front door.

"Hello," Drake responded, noticing something was off with her as he slyly eyed her.

"Come in, come in. We've been expecting you," Idin said sweetly, waving Drake into her home. "Drake is it me, or do you seem a little more firm than you normally do?" she asked, lightly running her hand down his right arm, feeling the taut muscle beneath her touch.

"I guess I haven't really noticed," Drake lied. He knew the way his mother stared at him when he was naked told him his workout routine was still adding on the muscle, just at a slower rate than two years ago. Not that he was complaining, he really didn't want to have those bulky muscles like his brothers had. In his opinion, it would just look too damn weird on his body type.

"I'm sure the women you date are enjoying the fruits of your hard work," Idin cooed while adding to herself. "I know they're loving that cock of yours." She couldn't help it; her eyes instinctively glanced down to Drake's manhood. Pondering if Becky was actually able to handle that thing. Also wondering if she would be able to handle it herself and if she would even be able to feel Mario afterwards.

"I haven't heard any complaints," Drake uttered aloofly as he shrugged his shoulders.

"Well, why don't you come join me in the kitchen while I finish making lunch for all of us, and you can regale me with how New York was when you were there before your trip abroad," Idin said, lightly patting his bicep. Wondering if Mario ever once had an ounce of muscle on him like his son does. "Oh, I picked something special up from the store the other day. I'm curious to see if you know what it is," she spoke from over her shoulder as she walked towards the stove. Wondering if she should start wearing tighter clothes while Drake was around. If her daughter had crossed that line, she saw no reason not to do it herself. That was only if Mario was doing what she thought he was doing. If he was, then she knew she could sweet-talk her way into Drake's pants. Relying on three-year-old outdated knowledge, not realizing a great many things had changed since they had fled to China.

"Oh? And what would that be?" Drake asked, walking along the island on the other side of Idin.

"Here, since you know wine so well, I thought you might know this one by taste," Idin stated, pouring the rich, flavorful, aromatic red into the glass she had chosen for him. Turning around ensuring that her body kept the bottle hidden from his sight so as not to allow him a chance to see the label on the bottle she had bought on Trish's advice on the best Italian wines to allow Drake to reminisce about his time there. Watching how Drake swirled his glass and then brought it up to his nose. Inhaling the aroma of the essences that the winemaker had instilled into the wine during its aging. Eyeing him from over the rim of her glass as he brought his own to his lips. Seeing the shock play along his eyes when the light of recognition played along them.

"Brunello Montalcino? Very nice selection," Drake praised, savoring another sip.

"Trish said it was one of the best Tuscan wines from that region, and I know you've been there, seeing how Florence is a part of it," Idin stated as she turned back towards the stove to check on how their meal was coming along.

"You do know the word Tuscany comes from the Etruscans, right?" Drake spoke, imparting his wisdom.

"The who?" Idin asked curiously.

"The people that came before the Romans. While true they did survive the Bronze Age collapse, yet they're height was during that time, alongside the Greeks and the Egyptians. Nevertheless, they were brushed aside when Rome sought to expand itself beyond the borders of their city," Drake said, loving how the wine played along his tongue. Memories flared in his mind as his time in Florence played before his eyes, also recounting the email his mother sent to him when he was there.

"I did not know that; I'm assuming you picked this up when you were over there?" Idin asked, peering over at him as she gently stirred the green beans.

"Little bit, had to learn the history of the sites we went to, to understand the mindset of the builders of those monuments, if that makes sense," Drake said, placing his wine glass down now that it was empty.

"I can't imagine what that experience was like for you, being over there, surrounded by all that history, knowing that you were walking on land that people three thousand years ago once stood in the very spot you were in," Idin stated, refilling Drake's wine glass, knowing he wouldn't be leaving for a few hours. Hoping to lay the foundations of her seduction, slyly, of course. "I bought another bottle, so don't worry about a thing. It's nice to have someone around here that enjoys a nice, rich wine," she said before bringing her glass to her lips.

"Mom... oh, I didn't know you were here yet," Becky uttered, stopping in her tracks at the sight of Drake.

"Now you do," Drake replied offhandedly.

"Did you need something, sweetheart?" Idin asked, turning towards her daughter.

"Just that Dad is getting grumpy," Becky answered, trying not to let her gaze linger on Drake. So far, she hasn't been able to suss out what his plan is, if he had one. Still, that didn't mean she wasn't on the lookout for the signs of it.

"Ah, I bet he is," Idin said coldly, noting how Drake's interest perked up at the tone of her voice. "Well, go tell your father that lunch will be done when it's done. If he doesn't like that answer, he can come and make it himself." Turning her attention back to Drake, "So tell me more about your time in Italy."

"Now, Drake," lowering herself down onto the couch of the living room once their lunch was over, "I've set this all up to show you what I can do for you and your future," Idin said, gesturing to her laptop that sat on the coffee table before them. Hearing the game playing, too loudly for her liking, from the den. Glad that Becky took Regan to her room so she wouldn't be subjected to Mario's temper. "If you like, I can show you what I've done for my past clients when I used to work for my former employer." Leaning forward, plucking her laptop off the table, bringing up the PowerPoint she had made when Regan was taking her nap one day. Noting how he listened to every word as she laid out what was what, clarifying for him when she noted the lost look on his face. Showing off what she was able to do for her clients when she still worked for her former bank.

"Now, I know that was a lot to take in, and I hope you know you can come to me with any questions you might have," Idin stated, lightly laying her hand on Drake's left bicep. Feeling the bump of where his vein bulged out the skin over the muscle. Wondering how often Drake worked out and if what he had said that Sunday beside the pool was true or not. Then again, if the women of the gym he visited had any inclination of what he had within his gym shorts, she could understand why he felt like they were undressing him. Recounting what Drake looked like that Thursday morning, how the morning light played along his chest, the way the rays bathed every muscle in its warmth. Inadvertently, her eyes darted down, remembering the sight she had witnessed that day as well. The reason she knew why he was so popular on that nude beach.

"And you can guarantee that you can quadruple this in a month?" Drake asked, still skeptical. If spending five grand to gain his aunt's trust, to worm himself close to her, to fulfill his mother's request, was needed... worth it, at least Drake thought so. Now whether or not his father learned of it and disowned him like he had done with his brothers, that really didn't bother him. All that mattered was that they stayed away from his mother. Which when his aunt finally succumbs to his charm, he would use the video he will slyly take of the event to ensure that she and his father never step foot near his mother.

"I don't mean to brag or anything, Drake, but yes, yes, I can," Idin nodded. She knew she was going to have to start squirreling away money. On the off-chance, Mario skips town like he had done with her sister. There was no way she was going to be worrying about money like Iliana was when Mario left her. She was not going to let the man just abandon them like he had done with his sons and her sister. So she would use her skills to ensure that she, Becky, and Regan would be taken care of on the off-chance that day ever came. "I promise you, Drake, I won't let you down," she stated with conviction as she took the check he held out to her after another hour of talking about what stocks and bonds she would be buying for him. Which she would then use as cover for her own means of creating her nest egg if Mario skipped town on her. Mario just wouldn't know about it, given how he relied on her to do most of everything that dealt with running their household. Turning her head when she heard Regan's tiny feet racing towards them, seeing her daughter's happy smile as she ran to them. Watching how Regan stood on the top of Drake's feet, staring intently at him while her hands rested on Drake's knees.

"You stay, yes?" Regan asked, not understanding the correct way of forming complete sentences yet.

"Sorry gremlin, have to work," Drake stated, seeing how she puffed out her cheeks at that. Watching how she scurried up his legs and knelt on his lap, crossing her arms as she did so. Which oddly kind of reminded him of his mother in a strange morbid kind of way.

"I'm not a gremlin," Regan stated in a pouty voice.

"Oh? Then what are you?" Drake asked, playing along.

"A girl," Regan spoke with a nod.

"That so, hmm, then what about all 'em girl gremlins running about?" Drake inquired, trying not to smile as Regan in all her vast worldly wisdom of a two-year-old tried to figure out his teasing.

"What about me, Drake? Am I one of them too?" Becky uttered from the doorway, leaning against the doorframe.

"Oh yeah, younger siblings are always the gremlins," Drake stated as a fact.

"Then what does that make you?" Becky asked with a pointed look, with Regan matching her look or as best as she could given her age.

"The Goblin King," Drake answered, referencing Pandora's Maze.

"You don't look like David Bowie to me," Becky stated, holding in her snort.

"The wig is in the car. I only put it on, on days that end in 'Y'," Drake joked. Looking rather curiously at Regan when she took hold of his face in her tiny hands.

"Then I'm a Princess!" Regan nearly squealed in joy, getting a chuckle out of her mother.

"Umm... I don't..." Arching an eyebrow when Regan leaned in her face filling his gaze, who was wearing a very determined look not to have her make-believe crown taken from her. "Sure, you're a Princess," he relented, not eager to know what a two-year-old's ire was like. Seeing that happy demeanor instantly returning before she settled onto his lap.

"So Drake, tell me, why are you working on a Sunday? I can understand a Saturday, but don't they at least give you a day off?" Idin asked, turning in her seat, resting her elbow on the back of the couch as she did so. Smiling at her daughter as she was playfully poking at Drake's muscles.

"Bills to pay, mouths to feed, that sort of thing," Drake said offhandedly. "Living in New York isn't cheap. I have to stockpile my nest egg to last for the year," he lied. He had no bills at his place in New York other than the ones he was already covering. His Madam in New York covered the lights and water bills and wrote it up as a business expense. However, the apartment was only his while he was in New York for the next two years. She made the exception for him since he was overseas and working for the branch in Italy during his time there.

"Maybe, you'd like it if we visited you some time," Becky said, stepping into the room. Hoping that if she kept his attention on her, then whatever he had brewing would be lessened or nonexistent. She didn't want to hate Drake, nor did she want Regan to grow up without knowing her brother, hopefully, their older brothers as well.

"Don't see why you would, given you'll be in school then," Drake said offhandedly, looking down as Regan bounced on his lap.

"I'm sure you could find some time to show us around," Idin spoke in a light seductive tone that her daughters didn't pick up on. However, she couldn't say the same about Drake as she saw how his left eye peered at her from the corner of it. "I'm sure you know all the interesting spots to go to, given your time there," she uttered in a coy tone.

"I might," Drake responded, wondering what his aunt was playing at.

"So then what if we wanted to come up on say... Thanksgiving, just as an example?" Idin stated, setting the foundations for her eventual seduction of her stepson.

"Wouldn't be there," Drake spoke truthfully.

"Then where would you be?" Becky asked, joining in.

"Home."

"Oh? Planning on coming home during the breaks?" Idin asked, wondering if she could charm him into attending their own holiday celebrations.

"I had," Drake nodded.

"Then you have to come over for Thanksgiving and Christmas," Becky said, quickly rushing to his side. Bending down, feeling her reddish-brown hair slipping from behind her ears as she leaned forward, placing her left hand on his arm that rested on the armrest of the couch, allowing her 32D breasts to fill his gaze to distract him from whatever was brewing in his mind. Hoping he remembered how good her breasts felt in his hands that Wednesday night when she gave herself to him. She couldn't help it. She felt how her pussy was throbbing as she thought about that night and how well his cock felt so good inside of her pussy.

"What an excellent idea, honey," Idin said, beaming at her daughter. "I know this one is going to want her big, strong brother here on Christmas, won't you, baby?" she cooed, tugging on Regan's little toes, causing her daughter to giggle as she nodded her head. Only to be interrupted by the chime of Drake's cellphone, trying not to scowl when she knew it had interrupted her task of secretly laying her groundwork for what was to come. If Mario was cheating on her, and she had a very high suspicion that he was, then she wanted one of the fattest cocks stretching her out like never before, and as weird as she found it, it was Drake.

"Okay, gremlin, I got to go," Drake uttered, picking Regan up and setting her on the floor once he had pocketed his phone after reading the text Samantha had sent him. Wondering why she couldn't ask him when he was at her place. Not that he minded, it gave him a reason to get the hell out of his father's house.

"Where are you going?" Becky asked, crossing her arms beneath her breasts.

"Somewhere," Drake said vaguely as he got to his feet. Seeing that pouting upturned face of Regan's peering up at him, not wanting him to leave.

"What could be so important that you leave right now when we're having a rather lovely conversation?" Idin asked with a pointed look.

"I don't think you want me to answer that," Drake said offhandedly, pulling the check from his back pocket. "I expect you to uphold your boast. If not, I will be withdrawing every cent you've earned." Holding out the check to her, the crease that ran down the center of it caused it to want to fold back in on itself as it hung between his fingers.

"I never boast. I only state facts," Idin said with determination to prove to Drake that she hadn't spoken one falsehood as she accepted his check.

"Don't go," Regan said with a trembling voice as she clutched onto his right pant leg, trying to keep her brother there.

"Aw, honey, come here," Idin cooed, bending forward, holding out her arms to her daughter, who didn't hesitate to fill them. "Shh, it'll be okay. Your brother will be back to visit us very soon."

"But... but..." Regan fought back her tears as the waterworks were getting primed for the big show. "I don't want him to go. I want him to stay forever," she cried before burying her face into her mother's chest.

"I know, baby, I know," Idin whispered in a sweet, loving, motherly tone as she gently rocked her daughter to ease her woe. Glancing out of the corner of her right eye, noting how Becky had stopped Drake's advance when she threw her arms around him in a hug. Slyly noticing how her daughter pressed her body against his, how Becky stealthily rubbed her breasts into Drake's chest. Wondering what Becky was whispering into Drake's left ear.

"I told you, it's not just them you'll hurt, but us as well. Maybe next time you think about whatever you're going to do, you'll think of Regan crying her heart out, knowing she's never going to have a brother again if you go through with this. I'm more than willing to take the brunt of your anger for what transpired. If that means taking your cock, so be it," something she really didn't see as a punishment, "punish them if you have to, but don't hurt Regan. She had no part in this. Now, maybe when you're back over, we can return to what we had started," Becky muttered low before backing away from her half-brother. "You drive safe now."

"You leaving?" Mario asked, finally emerging from the den after hearing the commotion from the living room when he went to check on why his daughter was crying, catching his son as he walked out of the living room.

"It appears so," Drake uttered indifferently.

"And just where are you going?" Mario asked with a questioning look.

"I don't think you want to know. I doubt your mind can handle the image of my naked ass in it," Drake said as he opened the front door and walked out. Leaving his father standing there rather stunned, to say the least, before a prideful smile appeared on his lips at the thought of his son being just like him.

In truth, Drake was nothing like his father. Sure Drake might be a male whore, might have to sell his body to keep his mother happy and his house in good standing, yet he was not a lying, cheating, deceitful assclown like his father. It wasn't hard for him to spot the tells. Before, he had no fucking clue he was stepping out on his mother. Now, after seeing them firsthand, there wasn't a doubt in his mind that he wasn't cheating on Idin. Something he never could rightly understand in the first place. Who in their right mind would ever cheat on someone as beautiful, smart, caring, and a downright animal in bed like his mother was. Letting his father slip from his mind as he slid into the driver's seat of his car. Noticing Becky standing in their living room window watching him, knowing he was going to have to speed up his plan so he didn't grow too attached to any one of them. He was sure Regan would forget all about what was coming and forget all about him once it was all over. Drake caught a flash of red from the window when Becky pulled the front of her pants down, flashing him her underwear as he pulled away from the curb.

Chapter Ten

"Why do you have to go?!" Iliana said in a pouty tone as she stood off watching her son pack for the four days he would be gone.

"Told you why, Mom," Drake said as he folded his clothes before stuffing them into his luggage.

"But... I'm going to miss you?!" Iliana whined as she stomped her foot.

"I know, and I'll miss you too," Drake answered as he turned to look at her. He did find that pouting face rather cute. Holding out his arms to her, his mother couldn't fight back her smile as she rushed to fill the void. Feeling her breasts pancaking out against his chest as she hugged him hard. "You know that money will go a long way in paying off the house. Something I want to get done before I head back to New York so Dad can't fuck with you while I'm away."

"My baby, taking such good care of me," Iliana sighed happily as she hugged her son. The diamond of her engagement ring flashed in the light of the room as her hands rested on his back. Wondering if maybe, just maybe, she could see who this woman is that was whisking her son away for four days. Four days that should have been hers to enjoy before he headed off to his fall semester. However, she knew he was right. With Mario, anything was possible with her ex. Although, the thought of finally owning the house that she had raised her boys in, all the memories they shared, the laughs, the joys, the fights, the discussions. This was the one place she wanted to grow old in, to live out the rest of her life in. Tilting her head up, resting her chin on her son's chest, knowing he was doing this for them so that they would have a future together. Something she wholeheartedly wanted. "Drake?" Her heart was hammering in her chest, wondering how her son would take the news.

"Hmm?" Drake hummed, seeing his mother's cheeks heat as he squeezed her ass. He did greatly enjoy having it in his hands.

"I want a baby," Iliana stated, watching her son's face as that news sank into his grey matter.

"Huh?" Drake muttered dumbfounded.

"I want a baby," Iliana repeated. "With you," she added.

"Wait, wait, back up, a baby?!" Drake stammered, seeing his mother nodding very vehemently. "What about Franklin or Aidyn?" While he wanted her all to himself, yet that would be hypocritical of him given what he does for a living, and if anyone disagrees they're just fooling themselves, or that's what Drake thought. Yet his mother wasn't running around fucking a string of men like he was with women, given his profession. Even if it was work, it was still sex. No two ways around that. So Drake bit his tongue and never brought it up. He'd rather not get into a fight with his mother since he knew firsthand how vicious she could be when angered.

"I'm not in love with them, yes, I love them, but as my sons, not as my lover, my future husband, the man that I've pined for, for two years in my silence," Iliana said, staring dreamily into her son's eyes. "They're spending more time with Emma than they are with me these days. I think you created a monster," she stated with a little giggle. "You should see Emma after they're done. I think Emma has started to come around with having two strong, virial men eager to please her like I know how she loves it when you've been deep inside of her. I know I hurt you deeply two years ago, and I'm hoping that you've forgiven me for being so stupid." A smile rose the corner of her lips as Drake nodded while he still held her in his arms. "Yet there is one thing I want to give the man I truly love, a baby."

"And this didn't spring up because your sister had a kid with Dad?" Drake asked, trying not to accuse her of anything. Biting the inside of his cheek as, his mother slyly looked away with a reddening face.

"Okay, maybe that irked me a little. I won't deny that," Iliana admitted. "I won't deny I wasn't pissed off to find out that Becky was their child, and they were carrying on their affair long before what Idin gloated to me. But this idea for a baby, something that has both of us in him or her, was only born out of the desire to bring us together like a true man and wife because baby, there's no other man I want in this world other than you to be that. I know we can't start now, and by the time you leave for college, the pills still won't be out of my system, and I don't even know if it's possible for me to have any more. However, if there is just the slightest chance that I can be a mother again, to hold our baby, to sing him or her to sleep like I did with you, then I think we could try, don't you?" Praying that she hadn't scared him off.

"You sure this is what you want?" Drake asked in a serious tone.

"Mmmhmm," Iliana nodded. "But before you start putting babies in me, I want my honeymoon," she said with a cheeky grin.

"Oh?"

"I certainly can't be wined and dined on it if I'm pregnant, now can I?" Iliana asked, holding her son tighter as that loving smile she has seen since their relationship had started appearing on his lips.

"Any place you have in mind?"

"I was thinking somewhere with mountains, a lake, that's very private," a devious light appeared in her eyes as her son's eyebrow rose, "a nice private cabin of sorts, since we definitely can't interrupt the neighbors with all that moaning I'll be doing, because baby, you know I love your cock," Iliana spoke, sighing and grumbling in her mind knowing only ten minutes were left before they had to leave for the airport. How she was going to miss him every second he was gone.

"I'll look into it, and just when were you thinking of going?" Looking down as his mother slyly picked at his shirt. It was almost like his mother had this all planned out already.

"What would you say if I wanted to go the week before Thanksgiving, then come home, have a nice meal with the boys before you have to head back."

"I'd say I'd be a fool to pass up that."

"Good answer," Iliana cooed before passionately kissing her son. Feeling the burning desire, the love, the passion he had for her as she melted into that kiss, knowing it would have to last her for four long days. How her pussy was going to go mad with want for her son's return. "You better finish packing, or you'll miss your flight." It took all her will to pull herself away from Drake when in reality, all she wanted to do was just stay in that moment and let the world just pass them by.

The airport terminal was loud in her ears as she and Drake stood before the ticket counter, where he handed over his luggage to the man behind the counter after claiming the ticket that had been waiting for him. She had no idea he had a fake ID with his gigolo name on it. Smirking inwardly, knowing what she had planned on their honeymoon would work out perfectly since she was marrying her son's alter ego, on paper anyway.

"Be safe, Drake; call me when you land to let me know you're okay," Iliana said sweetly, not wishing to let him go just yet. However, she did note a blond woman staring intently at him, so she wouldn't cause her son any trouble if the woman was the client that had hired him. She knew the moment they got to the airport that he was on the job. "Do try to see the sights and not the four walls of your hotel room," she chided.

"Yes, Mom," Drake teased, seeing how her smile lifted the corners of her lips and the light shining in her eyes.

"I'll be here Friday to pick you up," Iliana stated, fighting herself not to reach out and touch her son, or get another mind-numbing kiss in before he jetted off to Italy once again.

"I promise, I'll be back before you know it," Drake said low, to which his mother nodded. "We'll go out, just the two of us. I hear there's an interesting play happening that night. Maybe we could make it a date," he uttered in a coy tone, smirking at how his mother's eyes widened at that.

"Really?"

"Mmmhmm, I have to show off my hot wife, don't I?" Drake mused, winking at her, leaving her stunned as he went to meet Trish. He knew he couldn't lie to her about who his mother was, given how she knew his aunt. They might not look the same, yet there was enough semblance to tell that Idin and his mother were related. So, as much as he wanted to feel her lips on his, he just couldn't chance it. Looking back at his mother as he passed through the TSA checkpoint, seeing her face light up as he blew her a kiss, removing that irked look from her eyes when Trish was hanging on to him.

It was a Tuesday that found Iliana picking at her lunch, yearning for the next two days to pass quickly. She missed Drake terribly. She knew he couldn't call as much as she would like since that woman had hired him for his services. Yet the times they did when that woman was at whatever she was there for or when she was in a comatose state due to the fucking Drake had just given her wasn't enough for her, at least not to her mind it wasn't. Then a small smile appeared on her lips as thoughts of what their honeymoon would be like, images of her dress appearing in her mind, the smile on her son's face as they held a small little ceremony for the two of them, popped into her head. She didn't need a big fancy wedding. She had that with Mario, and look how that turned out for her. No. All she needed was the love of her man, and she had that. It might have taken two years to show her son that she was the woman he had loved for all that time. Might have been hell to go through that two years of longing to show her son how sorry for the words she had spoken in arrogance and selfishness, she was. However, now that they were together, it felt like she was on cloud nine. She never wanted to come down.

Iliana thought back to her failed marriage. Going over every little thing Mario had ever done. Seeing all the signs that he was stepping out on her at the time, she didn't put two and two together, yet that didn't mean she wasn't suspicious. Nevertheless, she couldn't come right out and accuse him of cheating on her. Then again, after what she had learned, it would be the truth. She just didn't know how much truth was backing those words at the time. Now, as she pondered the life that awaited her and her son, she knew wholeheartedly Drake would never do what his father had done to her. She knew about the waitress and the college girl he was tutoring. How? He told her, of course. While she might not like it, yet she was his cuckqueen, and with how society was, she knew he couldn't tell people who he was dating. Something she knew, something that always brought a smile to her lips when she thought about it, Drake wouldn't have a problem with screaming out at the top of his lungs for the whole world to know. However, she did put a stop to him randomly sleeping with women. She couldn't stop him from doing so with the college girl. That would just raise too much suspicion when he's already told her he doesn't date.

They, meaning her, had a very tearful shouting match, meaning her again in the form of tossing things about, watching how quickly Drake was on his feet. If it was work, she didn't like it, but she understood that he was only doing it to provide for them and nothing more. Telling him if he loves her like he professed that he did, he wouldn't be slipping his dick into other women without her okay. Screaming at him that she's not going around fucking some random men that she knew would give anything for a night with her. Seeing she was getting to him as she noted how his jaw muscles clenched when she said that and the glint of anger in his eyes. Her finger-pointing in his face, showing him just how she feels at that point in time. She knew Drake didn't have a whole lot of experience with that kind of relationship, so she knew this was a very good wake-up call for him. Watching how he got down on his knees, something that took her aback. No one, not even Mario, did such a thing before. As mad as she was at him at that moment, Iliana felt her heart fluttering in her chest when Drake took her hands into his.

"Mom, I'm sorry, you're right. What I did was wrong, very wrong, and you have every right to be upset with me. I won't deny that. All I can ask is that you find it in your heart to forgive me for my stupid mistakes. I promise from now on, no more casual encounters, not unless you're okay with it and/or a part of them." Her son's voice filled her mind as she thought back to that day.

"Do you love me?"

"Ever since I saw you sunbathing out in the backyard." She recounted how hard it was to fight back her smile when she was pissed at him.

"Do you know how hurtful it is to find out that I'm not enough for you? I'm not talking about you being a gigolo. I'm talking about these sluts that talked you out of your pants." How she really wanted to stay mad at him, yet as she stared down into his blue-green eyes seeing how he was listening to every word she spoke, she just couldn't. Sure she had forgiven him, didn't mean she didn't make him work for it.

"You're right. What I did was very hurtful. And I'm sure this just reminds you of Dad." Iliana had noted the anger in his eyes, not at her but at himself for having to compare himself to his father. She knew how much he hated how Mario had treated her during the divorce. Noting how his jaw muscles were working, she could only assume that he was promising to himself that he wouldn't make that mistake again. At least, she hoped that was what he was doing. "I swear to you, that will never happen again."

"Do you want to marry me?"

"Is the sky blue?"

"No," she couldn't help it, "that's because of the Rayleigh scattering of the sunlight when it hits the atmosphere." Iliana bit her lip as her son rolled his eyes at her response. Recounting the NOVA episode they had watched a few nights earlier when he came home at midnight when he normally didn't get home until one or two in the morning. Snuggling up to him in their bed as she and Drake relaxed on their bed before he was ready to sleep.

"Yes, I've wanted to marry you since I was sixteen." Iliana heard the truth in his words. Taking hold of his face with both hands so he could only look into her eyes as she spoke.

"Then never, ever, I mean ever do that again. You are not your father. You're a better man than he ever was. I don't want you becoming like that. I sure as hell won't marry you as much as that will hurt me, and baby, I don't ever, ever want to go through those two years ever again; because I know I love you more than I've ever loved anyone, even your father. I would be lost and so distraught if I lost you." Remembering the tear that ran down her cheek as she spoke those words. Her fingertip ran along her lip, reminiscing how Drake rose without a second thought, to how the palm of his hand caressed her left cheek as his thumb brushed away her fallen tear, to how he was upset with himself for being the one that caused it.

"Forgive me, Mom." Hearing his whisper still lingering in her ear as he hugged her tightly. "I never wanted to be the one that makes you cry." How she hugged him back just as fiercely as they held each other in each other's arms; then her blissful memory was interrupted when the slime that was her ex sat down across from her.

"Who the fuck said you could sit there?" Iliana asked, venom lacing her words.

"I did," Mario stated in a cocky tone.

"Give me one good reason I shouldn't dig your eyes out with this spoon?" Iliana hissed threateningly as her dark red hair dangled over her soup bowl.

"Because you know you still love me, so why not relive our glory days?" Mario spoke in a charming tone. Arching an eyebrow when Iliana just burst out in laughter at his suggestion. "Come now, Iliana, surely you'd want a man back between those legs," he said in an arrogant fashion.

"Oh, I have a man, alright, you pompous toad," wiggling her fingers, showing off the engagement ring she and Drake had bought together, "and my Dante is ten times the man you ever were in and out of the bedroom," Iliana uttered spitefully. "I wouldn't even be able to feel you with that little thing you got down there," she gestured with a dismissive wave of her hand, noting how Mario was setting his jaw when it wasn't going his way, just like he always did when he didn't get what he wanted. "Aw, is there trouble in paradise? Is my slutty sister's ass no longer doing it for you?" Iliana taunted. "Well, too fucking bad!" she spat. "You leave me high and dry, failed to make one damn alimony payment, and have the gall to walk in here expecting me to fuck you?!" Iliana didn't care if she was drawing an audience as her voice continued to rise.

"Did your brain get sucked out when you ran like the coward you are to Asia? I have to assume so, given what you obviously think; that you can just waltz in here thinking I'd just bend over and touch my toes for your sorry ass. As much as I hate your rotten guts, I wouldn't have my sweet boys if it wasn't for you. However, that doesn't mean you will ever, and I mean ever, get to experience this new body of mine!" The feet of her chair groaned as she got to her feet when the back of her legs pushed it backwards when she did, displaying the taut body that she had maintained due to the days she had joined Drake when he wasn't tutoring at the gym if he wasn't free Franklin or Aydin went with her.

"So run back to that fucking whore that's my sister and jack that tiny dick you have knowing you chose poorly." Iliana fought the urge to toss her still-hot soup into Mario's face. She wasn't about to get arrested for assault. No sir. She wasn't about to miss out on welcoming her son home to her loving arms Friday, not for the loser she was sneering at; Mario wasn't worth it any longer. "Now, if you ever intrude on my private life again, I will have you arrested for stalking and put a restraining order out on you. I wonder how that bitch will take that?" Iliana mused, tapping her finger against her lips. "Now stay the fuck away from me," she growled from over her shoulder as she sauntered towards the door, leaving Mario to pay the bill. "If you don't, my new man will put you in the ground."​