Incest/Taboo My Son the Gigolo

"Fuck," Mario hissed, watching Iliana's ass swaying beneath her dress as she walked through the door. Looking up when a man placed a check on the table, pondering what he thought he was going to do about it. Grumbling low when Iliana had stiffed him with the check. Feeling his blood running down to his manhood at how sexy and gorgeous Iliana was now after losing those pounds she had earned over the years.

Iliana sat in her car wondering if she should inform her slut of a sister about her encounter with her husband. Quickly pulling out her phone, knowing one person she had to speak to first. Drake needed to know what his father had tried to pull on her. She just prayed that he would answer.

"Drake?" Iliana spoke once she heard the line connecting.

"Hey, Mom... is everything alright?" A loving smile formed on her lips at the thought of her son knowing her so well that he could tell just by one word that everything was not alright.

"No," Iliana stated, trying not to allow her voice to tremble, yet she and Mario had so much history together it was hard for her not to allow his appearance to get to her. Hearing him whispering to the woman he was in Italy with. Pressing her lips together, not enjoying how she [WA2]talked to her son that she could hear over the line. Listening to a door opening and the sounds of the city he was in coming over the line as he stepped outside.

"Okay, what's wrong?"

"Mario ruined my lunch!" Iliana nearly shouted.

"Did he now? What exactly did Dad do?" Iliana felt her cheeks heat at the protective tone she heard in her son's voice.

"The bastard thought he could talk me into fucking him! Can you believe that?!" She heard his grip tightening on his phone, the conversation they had about his casual encounters with women popped back into the forefront of her mind. Knowing he truly loved her if he was getting upset at the thought of it.

"And what did you say to him?"

"Oh, I flashed him my ring, told him I have a man that's ten times better than anything he ever was. Also, that if he didn't leave me alone that my new man would put him in the ground," Iliana said proudly.

"Oh?" Iliana felt herself smiling at the sound of his smile she could hear in that one word.

"Mmmhmm, Mario can never compete with you, baby," Iliana cooed in a loving tone. "No one can compare to my strong, handsome, loving son," she sighed in a dreamy voice.

"Not even what's his name you always fawn over when he comes on TV?"

"Nah-uh, not even him," Iliana spoke, shaking her head, causing her hair to flutter as she did. Twirling a strand of her hair around her finger, she wore a goofy smile on her lips at her son's chuckle. "What do you think I should do?"

"Hmm?! Good question. Definitely no fucking him."

"Definitely," Iliana nodded in agreement.

"I have a feeling not everything is as it seems at their house."

"I would say so if Mario is here trying to get me to fuck him."

"I say rub it in Aunt Idin's face. It might move things along."

"That's so wicked, baby?!" Iliana squealed, knowing how this would hurt her sister given the proclamation she had made when she and Mario were at their lawyer's ironing out their divorce. "You know she isn't going to believe me, right?"

"Doesn't matter if she does or doesn't. The thoughts will be there, gathering strength over time. Before long, she won't be able to overlook them any longer."

"Baby?"

"Hmm?"

"Do you know how wet I am right now?"

"No. Why don't you tell me."

"Just thinking of you making that bitch your little slut, imagining her beg you to fuck her with that cock of yours. The look on her face when she tries not to enjoy it, yet she knows Mario is never going to feel the same after being stretched out by that cock of yours. Then the wails and moans she'll be producing as she just can't help herself as she cums on that rod. The self-loathing she'll do knowing she fucking loves it and knows she's going to fuck you again."

"And just what are you planning on doing when I do?"

"What do you think about having Franklin and Aydin taking the bitch like the whore she is?"

"Think that might cause Dad to have a heart attack if he found out that the sons he abandoned once again took his wife from him."

"Good, the coward, deserves to suffer for what he put us through," Iliana stated in a firm tone.

"Listen, Mom, I need to get back. We'll talk about this more later, alright?"

"Of course, baby, you know I'd never leave you out. We are in this together, you and me. After all, my husband should stand with me as I will always stand by you," Iliana said with conviction. "Drake, I love you, I'll talk to you later, and you be safe over there."

"Yes, Mom, love you too. I'll see you on Friday."

"I'll be waiting with bells and whistles!" Iliana uttered excitedly, grinning when she heard his chuckle. Pressing her lips against the screen of her phone, praying that Drake could feel them and her love for him so many thousand miles away from her loving embrace before her screen went dark.

Idin was sitting on the floor of her den, making silly faces at Regan as they played together while the TV was on in the background. Slyly glancing at Becky, who constantly glanced at her phone every five to ten seconds. She knew Becky waited constantly by her phone for the time when Drake would call her. However, they knew he would be out of town until Friday, hence why she was on the floor keeping her daughter entertained, so they didn't have a repeat of that Saturday nearly two weeks ago. A smile formed on her lips as she heard the ping of a phone.

"Told you he would contact you," Idin said in a motherly tone.

"That wasn't my phone, Mom," Becky retorted, a little annoyed that Drake hadn't contacted her yet. She wished he would. Wondering where he went off to, that he couldn't contact his little sister.

"Oh?! Must be Brie or Marsha," Idin muttered, getting to her feet. Remembering how annoyed they were yesterday when Trish texted them pics of the room she was staying in as well as a picture of her with her hand wrapped around a very large cock before she swallowed it. She wouldn't admit it out loud, yet the sight of it did get her excited. She just didn't know why it aggravated her friends as much as it did. That was until Marsha hissed at the sneakiness Trish had pulled off to get Dante to go with her to Italy.

"That was Dante?!" Idin remembered how she stammered in shock.

"A part of him," Brie nodded, puffing out her cheeks at the response Trish had sent back to her own.

"The sneaky bitch whisks him off to Italy of all places?!" Marsha growled in her seat, clearly not a happy camper at the moment.

"And she took some escort with her?!" Idin spoke at a loss for words.

"Appears so," Brie grumbled. Wishing it was her that had four whole days alone with Drake, all so she could have some of the best sex without a worry in her adult life.

"And she can fit that thing inside of her?!"

"Takes practice, but once you can, God, there's nothing like it," Marsha sighed in want, feeling her moisture gathering between her legs, knowing what she was going to do to Drake once he got back.

"I can believe it," Idin muttered, peering back down at the picture Trish had sent her. Wondering why that cock looked familiar to her for some reason.

"No wonder she was bouncing off the walls that Saturday. I bet she just couldn't wait to get on that plane and have him all to herself," Brie huffed, crossing her arms below her breasts as she sat back in her chair.

"I know I would be," Marsha mumbled, wishing it was her on her knees, kneeling before Drake, eager to service his manhood.

"Okay, is he really that good?" Idin asked curiously.

"Oh, Idin, if you ever slept with him, you would know. Nothing that man does to you will ever be matched by anyone else. Just that sinful voice of his had me ringing out my panties quite a number of times, and the wet spots?! I have to lay down two towels just to absorb all that pussy juice he just makes me gush," Marsha sighed in bliss, recounting the times they were together.

"Mmmhmm," Brie hummed along, already feeling her pussy just heating at the thought of Drake's tongue on her pussy. The way he lapped up her cream as she rode his face to how his fingers felt deep inside of her.

"Damn," Idin muttered, leaning back in her chair.

"You can say that again," Marsha giggled.

The unlocking of her phone resounded in the room. Arching an eyebrow seeing the icon that indicated that she had a text. Wondering who could it be, given how her friends were at work and Trish was rather busy enjoying her private time with Dante. Arching an eyebrow when she noted her sister's name appearing on her screen, wondering why Iliana would bother texting her.

"Well, it seems your soulmate isn't who you think he is."

"What the fuck are you talking about?!" Idin typed out hurriedly.

"Seems once the slimy, no-good, rotten toad that he is, always a slimy, no-good, rotten toad." Narrowing her eyes, knowing Iliana only was trying to get her riled up, and it was working. "Oh, just that Mario intruded on my lunch break, trying to get me to fuck him, to relive our glory days, as he put it."

"You're fucking lying?!" Idin typed out heatedly.

"Why would I ever do that? I'm not the one who screwed over a sister. I'm not the one who broke up my family. That would be you, slut."

"I don't believe you?!"

"I don't care if you do or don't. It's not my marriage he's screwing over... again. It's yours. I'm happily committed to my new man, and let me say, dear sister..." Idin felt Iliana's sneer through the screen of her phone, "I definitely traded up, and you got stuck with a cheating bastard that will always cheat on whoever he's with. I just thought I should warn you that if he ever comes near me again my Dante will not put up with his bullshit. We clear? So keep your dog on a short leash, or you won't have a husband for much longer."

"Don't you dare threaten Mario or me!" Her fingers worked quickly over her keyboard as she typed out her response to her sister.

"It's not a threat, Idin. It's a promise. Dante doesn't like to share me, and he certainly doesn't like you or that ass in how you treated me, your own sister. I'm just stating what will happen if you don't get your dog in order."

"Hmpf! Like that loser, whoever he is, can ever compare to Mario," Idin sent back, rolling her eyes at the absurdity that whoever this Dante was nothing compared to Mario. "I bet this man, whomever he is, doesn't make more than thirty thousand dollars a year." Chuckling to herself, knowing that had to be true, why else would her sister still be living in that dump of a house? Arching an eyebrow when her screen was filling with laughing emojis.

"You dumb slut, my baby makes anywhere from one to two million a year. A year! You stupid cunt! What does Mario make, what? 500k?" Iliana knew this to be true, given how she had browsed through Drake's bank statement one month that he had left out. She didn't mean to, yet she was just curious about how much he was making in a month. It wasn't hard for her to add it all up. So she knew when Drake was ready to quit the life of a gigolo, they would be set for good. Maybe she would still work, maybe not as much as she did right then, and have Drake stay home as her delicious househusband who wouldn't hesitate to make her mind go blank every time she came home.

"That's not possible!" Idin was fuming that even with all her scheming, all her planning her sister still came out on top!

"Oh, it is, and you know what? Unlike that loser you had to steal from me, my man doesn't mind if I splurge on something for myself like I know Mario huffed and puffed when I bought a single dress. Now tell me, oh dear sister..." Idin's grip tightened on her phone as her anger rose at the thought of her sister getting the better end out of life than she had thought she had when she won Mario from her sister. "Can your little cheating toad ever compare to this?" Idin gasped at the picture that filled her screen. While there was no face attached to the picture, she couldn't stop herself from running her eyes down the image of the hard body and equally hard cock.

"You're dating an escort!" Idin laughed madly when she knew who that cock belonged to. She had masturbated to it a few times since Trish had sent that photo. Not that Mario needed to know that.

"And? I know what he is. That's the difference between him and Mario. Mario is nothing but a liar and a cheat, while my man is honest and straightforward with everything he does. Now go on, enjoy that life you had to steal, and I hope in the years to come you two will grow to despise one another." Idin's anger continued to rise as she stared at her sister's taunting words. She had to know. She had to talk to Mario about this.

"Becky, watch your sister," Idin ordered as she surged from her seat.

"Why? What's wrong, Mom?" Becky asked in a worried tone.

"Your father and I need to have a talk. I'll be back in an hour," Idin said, snatching her purse off the table near the front door. She was going to make sure that man was not fucking around on her.

Becky just shrugged her shoulders when Regan peered over at her, wondering why their mother stormed out of their house. Smiling down at Regan as she strolled over to the couch and climbed onto it. Looking down at her little sister as she pressed her little hands on her left thigh as she gazed up at her, uttering: 'Drake?'

"Sorry, Regan, but he's out of town right now. He won't be back till Friday," Becky said in a sad tone. She knew the real reason why he had left. Recounting how upset Janet was, then Mikaela and Amina were when Janet ranted about how he was going to Italy with her mother for four days. She knew they all were eager to get some more of his talents -- namely his dick before he left for New York. Brushing her hand along the back of Regan's head as she just repeated his name while patting her phone. "You think we should call him?" Biting her lip as her sister just nodded vehemently her answer. "Okay, but he might not answer Regan. He might be busy," Becky stated. "Yeah, fucking the living shit out of Janet's mom," she quickly added to herself. Blowing out a breath as she brought his number up, hearing the line ringing as she put her phone on speaker. Her heart hammered in her ears as she heard the line connect.

"Yeah?"

"Drake?"

"What is it, Becky?"

"You didn't call," Becky said, trying to keep the hurt from her voice.

"Been kind of busy since I landed."

"But sending me a text doesn't take more than a minute?!" Becky pouted, hearing the sounds of Italy coming over the line. "Drake, what are you doing?"

"Shopping."

"For what?"

"Don't know yet, just killing time, really." Nevertheless, that didn't stop Drake from eyeing the bottles of wine that lined the store's shelves he found himself in while Trish was in one of her comatose states she normally was in after a really good fucking. That normally gave him about three hours to kill before she came out of it.

Becky and Regan listened on as Drake spoke in Italian to someone. What they were discussing, she hadn't a clue. Yet she smiled at the fact that he hadn't hung up on her as Regan drew closer to her phone.

"Drake?!" Regan spoke excitedly.

"One sec."

"It's okay, Regan. He's just talking to someone. He'll be done soon," Becky said in a caring tone as she rubbed her sister's back at Regan's pouting face.

"Okay, sorry about that."

"What was that about?" Becky asked curiously.

"Oh, just having two cases of the best Italian wine shipped home."

"Drake, is wine really good? I know you drink a lot of it," Becky said, her thighs instinctively rubbed together as they listened on when he was on speaker.

"Depends on the wine, Beck."

"But will you teach me how to enjoy it?" Becky asked, wanting to draw closer to him. Also, his attention would be focused on her and not her parents, no matter how much her parents deserved it.

"Little young, don't you think?"

"I'm no older than you were when you first started to drink it," Becky countered.

"Touché."

"Drake?!" Regan cut in.

"Yes?"

"I miss you," Regan said in a sweet, pure tone. "When are you coming to see me?" she asked in that child-like innocent wonder that is her older brother.

"Drake, aren't you going to answer her?" Becky asked when only silence came over the line.

Drake was in a pickle. How was he to answer that? How was he to have a relationship with his father's and Idin's child? What would happen to her when this all went down? "I don't know. I'll be busy for the next two weeks getting ready to head back to New York."

"Drake?!" Regan uttered a soft cry. "Don't you l've me?" she spoke through the beginning of her sobs.

"Regan, it takes longer for a person to get to that point, and Mom and Dad really hurt Drake before you were born," Becky said in a loving sisterly tone as Regan's eyes teared up as she stared up at her big sister. Unable to comprehend what Becky was telling her at her young age.

"But I l'ves Drake," Regan said, fighting back her waterworks.

"I know, Regan, just give him time. I know he'll come around, won't you, Drake?" Becky asked, showing him just who he would be hurting in his quest for retribution for her parents' actions in the past.

"How about Saturday?"

"You mean it?!" Regan sniffed.

"Mmmhmm." Drake kept his sigh to himself, wondering what he was getting himself into.

"You promise? Daddy says if you promise, you have to keep it," Regan said, not knowing what had happened three years ago.

"Dad says lots of things he doesn't mean."

"Drake?! Don't tell her that!" Becky snapped, squeezing her sister into her protectively.

"Do you want me to lie to her? I thought telling the truth was right?"

"Yes, but she's too young to understand what happened," Becky said in a pleading voice. "Don't take your anger out on her for what Mom and Dad did to you and your family. It's not right, Drake, and you know it! Now apologize to Regan!"

"Why?! What for?!"

"For making her cry," Becky stated with a stern nod of her head.

"Fine..." Smiling at his sigh, "Regan, I'm sorry."

"You're forgiven, big brother," Regan said, returning back to her happy self.

"Drake?"

"Yeah?" Becky heard the struggle in his voice, praying that whatever happens that he spared Regan from the fallout of his plan. "What the...?!" She grinned wickedly when she had sent a photo of her bare breasts, one of her on her knees, ass in the air, her face pressed against the mattress, with her pussy on display. Then there was the short video of her fucking herself with her hairbrush moaning out his name.

"It appears you got my texts, good. Maybe next time you're here, you'll do what's needed to be done and do what you're very good at," Becky stated, wishing that she hadn't stopped sleeping with him. Yet she had to decide how she was going to divert his attention from his goal of... whatever it was. Still, that didn't mean her hot, youthful pussy wasn't throbbing at the fact that it wanted Drake's cock back deep inside of it. "We'll let you go, Drake. It was nice speaking to you. Maybe next time you'll call your sisters."

"Yeah!" Regan chimed in. "Bring us back presents!" she said, clapping her hands as she bounced on the couch cushion.

"Presents, huh?"

"Mmmhmm, you're supposed to bring back souvenirs for your family," Becky stated, smiling down at her sister, who was vehemently nodding along.

"I don't know; I thought presents were for only when you've been good."

"I've been good?!" Regan said in a firm tone, at least as good as a two-year-old could achieve.

"Oh, have you now?"

"Mmmhmm, I haven't fussed or cried once," Regan nodded, not counting what had happened a few minutes ago.

"And if you do, I'll make sure you feel really good afterwards," Becky said in a sultry tone.

"I see, and do tell what will that involve?"

"You know," Becky said shyly, seeing the confusion in Regan's eyes as she said that.

"I guess I have shopping to do tomorrow."

"Bye Drake, I l'ves you!" Regan cried out in a happy, loving tone.

"Bye, Regan, love you too." Becky leaned down, placing a kiss on the top of her sister's head; her eyes widened, and her lips formed into a wide happy smile.

"Did you hear Becky? He l'ves me! My brother l'ves me!" Regan just bounced exuberantly beside her sister as she heard the line cut off.

"I heard, I heard," Becky nodded, hoping that Drake meant that and wasn't placating Regan.

It had taken Idin thirty minutes for her to arrive at her husband's office. They all knew her or at least knew of her, so she didn't cause too much of a stir as she marched into the lobby of the building that served as the headquarters for the company. Marching to the banks of elevators, pressing the call button rapidly, praying that Iliana was just fucking with her to get her and Mario at odds with each other. Yet she couldn't ignore the signs. They were so obvious. She had thought he was smart. However, what fool uses the same excuses he used with his former wife when he left to spend time with her when he was married to Iliana. Her foot tapped on the cab's floor as it raced upwards to her husband's office door. Once the doors rolled open, Idin took a roundabout route so Mario wouldn't see her coming. If he was stepping out on her, she wanted proof of him in the act, so when she told him that she was going to go get fucked he wouldn't be able to say a damn thing about it. She had thought he loved her. Wasn't that why he married her? Wasn't that why they had another daughter together? Maybe, just maybe, Mario didn't care about her as much as she thought he did, and all she was to him was someone to cook, clean, to stroke his ego.

Pressing her lips together when she noted that Mario's secretary wasn't at her desk like she should have been. Fighting herself from jumping the gun, knowing there could be a logical explanation for why that was. Idin narrowed her eyes when the shades that were a part of the window frames that made up the inner wall were drawn so no one could peer into his office. Knowing that wasn't a good sign, ignoring the people that walked past her. As she pressed her ear to his office door. Her anger flared, not liking the sounds she was hearing coming from within. Slowly easing the door open, thankful for the due diligence of the maintenance people that the henge didn't groan as she pushed open the door. Her rage burned in her veins as her husband leaned back in his chair with his eyes closed as his secretary was on her knees sucking his cock. Pulling out her phone, getting the evidence she needed, she might not divorce the bastard, yet she wouldn't be sleeping with him ever again. She would just use him like a money pit and nothing more since Mario couldn't stick to his marriage vows. Snapping off three photos, sneering when the last one fired off, knowing he had just came in the whore's mouth before she shut the door.

Holding it together, so no one would grow suspicious at the fact that she had just caught her husband cheating on her. One could argue that all she did was catch him getting head. However, she knew her husband. She knew the asshole had fucked the cunt. She didn't need proof of that. She had the evidence of his infidelity. The moment she got into her car, she broke down. How she thought the man loved her. Thought that they were meant for one another. Thought they wanted a clean slate when they moved to China. Sobbing loudly into her hands, knowing her sister was right, how she hated to admit that. Knowing she had no one close to confide in. No sister to cry on her shoulder telling her woes that the man she thought loved her truly didn't. Now she knew how Jake felt all those years ago and how Iliana felt.

Reaching for her phone, praying her sister would just for once ignore the pain she had caused her as she dialed Iliana's phone. "What?!"

"You were right," Idin spoke through her sobs.

"And you called me. Why?"

"I thought I could change him. Thought he loved me..."

"Yeah, I thought the same thing, and you're the cheating slut he was fucking?! You better get your house in order. If he finds out, he will run like the coward he is. Now I have to work, don't call me again." How Idin felt so alone at that moment. She couldn't go to her parents. Even if they were talking to her, they were on the other side of the country. No. She made this mess herself; she would have to pull herself out of it on her own. For the next ten minutes, Idin cried her heart out, sitting all alone in her car. Once she had gathered her wits about her, starting her car and heading off to the bank. She wasn't about to allow Mario to flee the country and take all the money in their accounts with him. No. If anything, she would put a hamper on his little spending. Wondering how he would like it knowing he couldn't do a damn thing about it since he gave her full control of the accounts so she could manage the household bills.

She couldn't talk to her friends about this, not yet, not when they were still at work. Idin didn't want to ruin their work day with her woes. Her fingers wiped her tears away as she drove towards their bank.

"Hello?" Idin answered once her built-in Bluetooth in her dash synced her call.

"Mom, are you okay?" Becky asked, worried when she heard her mother sniffle.

"Everything is fine, honey," Idin reassured her daughter.

"No, it isn't. I know you've been crying. I can hear it in your voice. What happened?" A smile graced her lips at how insightful her daughter was to pick up on that.

"Nothing you need to worry about."

"It was Dad wasn't it?"

"I don't want to talk about it right now..."

"Bullshit, Mom! Tell me what's going on. I'm eighteen. I deserve... I have the right to know." Shaking her head at the tone of her daughter's voice, hearing herself in it.

"You sure you want to know?"

"Mom, you're upset. You're damn right I want to know why my mother's crying?!"

"I found your father in his office with another woman..."

"Fucking knew it, well, not that, but I knew something was going on. Dad's been acting weird for the past few weeks."

"I know, it's why I went to talk to him."

"And that's when you saw them?"

"Yes."

"What did you do?"

"Nothing."

"What do you mean, nothing? Why didn't you storm in there cursing your head off?!"

"Because, if I did, your father would run. He has a history of it. So I have to keep him in the dark, for now, that I know."

"But..."

"At least for a little bit until I can ensure that I have what I need to ensure you and your sister are taken care of."

"Why would he do this?! I thought he loved us?!"

"So did I, honey, so did I."

"I guess Drake's turning out to be right about Dad."

"What do you mean?"

"Nothing, forget about it. It's not important anymore."

"No, you tell me what was it that Drake told you."

"That if Dad could do that to his sons, what makes me think he won't do it to us, or something along those lines."

"I guess your brother didn't fall for Mario's BS."

"I don't think he ever really bought into it in the first place. He's still pretty pissed about what you and Dad did to his mother and how Dad nearly drove Aunt Iliana into the poor house." Biting her lip, her eyes darting to and fro as her mind began to race. She knew the reason Mario had disowned Franklin and Aydin was because they had taken what he thought was his. Not because they were fucking their mother, but because Iliana was enjoying it more than she ever did with him. She never said anything, yet she knew his little male ego just couldn't take that, nor could his narcissistic attitude put up with knowing his sons were better than he was.

Mario always had to make the people believe he was better than everyone else. She knew she couldn't involve the twins in this, one whiff of them in their house, Mario would go ballistic. That left only one person she could choose, and that was Drake. She had contemplated on it before, yet pushed it out of her mind thinking she couldn't, that it would be breaking her marriage vows -- as hypocritical as that sounded -- that she wasn't going to be like her sister in fucking her family. Now, however, she had the proof of Mario's infidelity. With what she was about to do, to limit his cash flow, he wouldn't be able to run very far if he did. She was going to make him a cuckold once again by his youngest son for the audacity of thinking he could cheat on her! From what she had seen of Drake's package, she knew she would greatly enjoy it.

"Becky, I'm going to ask you something, and I want a straight answer from you."

"Okay?!" Idin heard the confusion in her daughter's voice.

"Have you been fucking your brother? Was that who's cum I saw that Thursday morning caked onto your thigh?"

"What?! Are you crazy? Why would..."

"Come on, Becky, do you really think I believe some man named Dante came crawling through your window and that you could afford an escort? Now I want the truth, have you or have you not fucked Drake?"

"Promise you won't get mad?"

"I promise, honey, as long as you tell me the truth," Idin stated in a motherly tone.

"Okay, yeah, we did, but not for a while now."

"And why did your brother fuck you to begin with?"

"I asked him too."

"What?! I don't understand."

"I asked him to help me get better at sex, and well..."

"Was he any good?"

"Mom? Why are you asking?"

"Because Mario needs to feel the pain he's inflicted on this family. He needs to know that he can't go around fucking whatever he wants and get away with it. We might not be a loving couple for some time, if we ever will be again. But I'm not leaving your father, at least not until he runs like the dog he is. And I want to hurt him just as much as he's hurt me, so was your brother any good?"

"Do you really want to hear this?"

"Yes."

"Well, he's the second person I've ever had sex with, so I can't say if he's good or not, but..." Hearing her daughter blowing out a breath, "it was like nothing I've ever felt before."

"Did you orgasm?"

"Yes, quite a lot."

"Is that why your room reeked of stale sex that morning?"

"Yes. Mom, this is getting weird."

"No weirder than you fucking your brother in our house," Idin retorted. "One last question."

"Okay."

"Do you think you can help me get your brother to fuck me?"

"What?! You want me to..."

"Yes, honey, I know how Drake feels about me, and I can't fault him for that. Mario and I have hurt quite a lot of people with what we have done, some very good people. So I know if I ask him, he isn't going to listen to me. So I need your help to get back at your father, only if you're comfortable with it."

"I don't know, Mom, it feels so... dirty helping my mom to have sex with Drake."

"I know, honey, I know. But this has to play out. Mario has to feel our pain. If not, he's just going to keep doing it and doing it until there isn't a marriage left, and he flees for some far-off land once again. I will not let you and Regan suffer because your father can't keep his dick in his pants!" Idin stated in a protective motherly voice. She might be a lot of things, might have done some despicable things to those very close to her. However, she was not going to let her children suffer for the choices their father had made.

"Okay, Mom, I'll help you. But on one condition."

"And that is?"

"I want to fuck him too."

"What?!"

"You don't know how good he feels in you like I do. I just can't stop thinking about it. I need it back inside of me. It was nothing like the first boy I had sex with. It felt like I was being fucked by a soup can, and not those tiny ones, like the big ones you buy."

"I don't know, honey... that's kind of..."

"I didn't mean together; we'll take turns." Not that Becky was unfamiliar with threesomes, she and her friends had a number of them while her parents were away.

"Oh, okay, that doesn't sound too bad, I guess. I mean, after all, you two have done it before... really a soup can?!"

"Mmmhmm, Drake's really thick, Mom. I thought he would tear me in two before sliding it into me. But Drake took his time got me all nice and wet, as he said: something that big you just can't jam it in and not expect something to tear." Idin would have to agree with her daughter. Drake was indeed thick, thicker than any dildo or cock she's ever fucked before.

"Okay, I'll agree to that, but you'll have to help me get Drake to the house."

"He's coming by Saturday."

"Huh?"

"I called him just to see how he is, and Regan kind of gave him the guilt trip, so he said he'd be here then."

"Well..." A devious smile formed on her lips as a plan began to brew in her mind at what she was going to do on Saturday, "then we'll just have to prepare for Saturday. We can't have the house looking drab for your brother, now can we. But one of us will have to keep an eye on your sister while this is going on."

"Okay, but what about Dad?"

"I'll think of something. Okay, honey, I have to go. I'll be home right after stopping by the bank," Idin said, looking right at it as she sat at a red light.

"Okay, Mom."

Walking out of the bank after putting limitations on their bank accounts for Mario under the guise that Mario had trouble controlling his spending. The woman who helped her was rather understanding of her plight, even if it was a lie. Mario wouldn't be able to show up in person and withdraw or move a single cent from the accounts without her there or her agreement. She had also asked them to put a limit on Mario's card of two hundred dollars a week. Sure she knew he could just go somewhere else and open another bank account. Yet the money they had stored within their accounts would last them for a while if Mario thought to high tail it out of town. Now she had to get back into the swing of things to ensure that her children were taken care of if Mario thought to abandon them like he did with Iliana and their boys.

Blowing out a breath, ensuring that the signs of her crying weren't noticeable to her daughters before getting out of her car. Walking into her home, a warm, loving smile appeared on her lips as Regan raced towards her, screaming out 'Mommy!' Bending down, holding out her arms to her daughter, who had a wide, happy smile on her face at the sight of her. "Miss me?" Idin asked to which Regan nodded vehemently as she held her daughter close to her. "So, I hear you talked to your brother."

"Mmmhmm, I l'ves him," Regan stated as her mother carried her back towards the den.

"Oh, you do, do you?" Idin uttered, smiling happily at her daughter, glad she and Drake got along. Smiling at Becky as she came over and sat down beside her. Kissing her forehead as her oldest daughter hugged her, she knew Becky knew she was just putting up a front at that moment.

"We'll get through this, Mom," Becky whispered as she rested her head on her mother's shoulder.

"I know we will, baby. I have the love of my two sweet girls," Idin said, trying not to tear up. She was not about to go back to living the life they once had with Jake. She wasn't putting Jake down. He worked hard to ensure they were taken care of. Still, she wasn't about to go back to living paycheck to paycheck. However, she was going to need a backup plan if hers went to shit. That meant she had to speak to Drake. Sure she was going to fuck him Saturday. That was a given. She knew he had money. She just hoped that whatever he felt about her could be overlooked in ensuring that Becky and Regan were taken care of if Mario ran.

That night and every night that week, it was rather chilly in the Lucian bedroom. Mario was at a loss as to why his wife was giving him the cold shoulder. Shrugging his shoulders, crawling into bed, knowing if she wanted to not speak to him and forgo sex, that was fine with him since he was getting what he needed at his office. Unaware of what his wife knew and what she was planning in four short days.

Iliana was so nervous as she stood in her best aquamarine dress as she waited for Drake to walk out with his bags in hand. As their eyes fell onto each other's, her heart raced, her body heated, her pussy tingled at how gorgeous her boy looked. Puffing out her cheeks when she watched how that woman kissed her son before she detached herself from Drake. Seeing him nod when she said something to him before Iliana lost sight of the woman in the crowd. Squealing in happiness as her face was lit with joy as she raced towards her son once he was past security. Throwing herself into his arms, feeling his arms wrapping around her as she planted kisses along his face. Her heart warmed at his deep chuckle as she pressed her body into his. Showing her son what he had missed being away for so long.

"Well, I see someone's happy I'm home," Drake said with a coy grin on his lips.

"Mmmhmm," Iliana hummed as her thumb brushed along Drake's cheek. "Have you eaten?"

"Nope, thought it best to wait to do that with my wife," Drake uttered, watching how his mother's eyes glinted in the light of the airport.

"Good, you should always save the first meal coming home with your wife," Iliana cooed, hoping her son could feel that she wasn't wearing a bra or panties. She wanted him to know that the moment they were alone, namely in her car she was going to show him just how much she missed him. Wrapping her arm around his, leading her son out the doors and towards the short-term parking lot. "So, how was your trip?" she asked as the wind lifted her hair.

"It was pleasant," Drake admitted.

"And that woman, was she any good?"

"Do you really want me to answer that?" Drake asked with a pointed look.

"... No, but I have some things to tell you. Things have been happening since you've been gone," Iliana said, lightly patting her son's arm as she led him towards her Audi. A car that she's taken very good care of since her son had given it to her.

"Like what?" Drake asked curiously.

"Later, right now, I need to show my man how much I missed him," Iliana said, pushing her son into the back seat of the car. She didn't care if those walking past it saw how her car was rocking as she rode her son hard in the back of it, nor did she care what they thought as the windows grew foggy as she made love to her man whom she had missed so much. "Drake!" she screamed out as she felt his cum flooding her womb. Smiling devilishly at him as she cleaned herself up, savoring the kiss as their sex filled the car before she exited it to toss away the napkins that were marred in his spunk and her sex.​