Incest/Taboo My Son the Gigolo

"So, what's been going on?" Drake asked as his mother drove towards their lunch destination.

"Idin caught your father cheating on her," Iliana said, laughing wickedly at her sister's plight.

"Oh?"

"Mmmhmm, she called me Tuesday, crying her heart out. The slut actually thought the toad loved her," Iliana said, taking enjoyment out of her sister's woes.

"Mom, have you given any thought to what this will do to Regan?" Drake asked. He's been thinking about it ever since Becky had called him that Tuesday.

"What?! You're not backing out on me, are you?" Iliana inquired, peering over at him as they sat at a red light.

"What?! No. I'm going to fuck the bitch, but what about the blowback? Hurting Dad and her, yeah, I'm all behind that. But she's two. She didn't have anything to do with what happened. Do you really want to destroy a two-year-old for something she can't even understand?" Seeing his mother pressing her lips together, then the sigh that came afterwards.

"No..." Iliana drew out the word, "I don't want that. I might hate those two fucks, but you're right. She didn't do anything wrong," she said, patting her son's hand.

"Then what if we brought her into this," Drake uttered offhandedly. Seeing his mother's head snapping over to him. "Before you bite my head off, just hear me out. I'm being run ragged. Half the time, I'm running on empty with all the work I'm doing. I'm not saying forgive and forget. I doubt anyone of us can forget what those two did to our family. Yet she knows Dad far better than we do now. So she knows what will set him off and hurt him the most. All I'm saying is the enemy of my enemy is my friend," he said, repeating the old adage.

"I'll have to think about it," Iliana grumbled.

"If not, the plan is still going to happen as we planned," Drake stated, running his hand along his mother's bare thigh. Missing its feel after four days, he couldn't wait for when they got home tonight. "Oh, I got you a present while I was there," he said, peering out his window, trying not to smile when he felt his mother's gaze burning into him.

"Drake?! What did you get me?!" Iliana prodded, poking her son's left side with her fingernail. Feeling her pussy lurch at the seductive look her son cast her, butterflies swarmed in her stomach as that sultry smile appeared on his lips as he gazed at her. Her voice stammered as her son lightly brushed his fingers down her right cheek, conveying the love he held for her in that one simple touch.

"Something only fitting for the most beautiful woman in the world," Drake spoke in a deep sensuous tone. Seeing his mother's face heating as those words settled in her heart. Watching as his mother turned into the parking lot of a very romantic establishment. Noting the smile that stretched from ear to ear on her face as she found a place to park.

"Like I'm going to have lunch with my man in some fast-food joint on his first day back," Iliana said, sticking her nose into the air. "I love you, Drake, more than you will ever know," she sighed sweetly as she pressed her forehead against his as they sat in the car once she had parked.

"No more than I love you, Iliana," Drake replied, feeling the velvetiness of her lips as hers plucked at his. "So, do you want to wait for your present?" Fighting back his smile as his mother vehemently shook her head. "Pop the trunk," he directed as he slid out of the car. Digging through his bag, opening the jewelry case, ensuring that it was the right one. Seeing the diamonds sparkling in the sunlight that surrounded the three-carat ruby that sat in the center of the necklace along with the other six one-carat rubies that were on either side of the center one. When he had first seen it, he knew it would look so good on his mother that he just had to buy it for her. Sliding the case into his back pocket, smiling sinfully at his mother as he closed the trunk's lid. Looking over as his mother walked beside him, her hands holding onto his left as they approached the front entrance to the restaurant. Seeing how her head was bowed, the warm smile on her lips, the loving light in her eyes as the wind lifted her hair.

Iliana bit her lip as she watched her son dancing to Lenny Kravitz's 'It ain't over 'Til it's over' as it played over the speakers. Feeling her desire rising as she stared at how sensuous he was moving his body. She knew it was only meant for her and her alone. She couldn't take it anymore, so she pounced. Her tongue rolled in her son's mouth as they waited for the hostess to return after seeing to the couple that was before them. Her mind was adrift as her son seared his passion, his want, his craving for her onto her lips. Pulling away with dreamy eyes, her hands running down her son's hard chest, knowing their life together would be magical. Sliding her arm around Drake's waist as she caught the looks of the women that were in the place as they were led to their table. Nodding when she slid into the booth across from Drake when the hostess told them that their waiter would be right with them.

"Drake... what's this?" Iliana's heart was in her throat when Drake slid a long velvet box across the table.

"What do you think it is?" Drake retorted with a coy smirk. Watching his mother's hands flying to her mouth as her eyes glistened, "I told you it was something fitting for the world's most beautiful woman."

"Oh, Drake, it's so beautiful," Iliana stammered as the brilliance of the gems sparkled before her. "Put it on me, now," she said, nearly bouncing in her seat. Holding up her hair, feeling the platinum sliding along her skin. Her fingers ran along its surface as she felt Drake's lips on her right cheek.

"I have and always will love you, Iliana," Drake whispered sensuously into her ear.

"Oh, baby," Iliana sighed, turning her head, her hand caressed his right cheek before her fingers weaved through strands of his hair, pulling her son into her. She didn't care who was looking. There was no way she wasn't going to show her affection for her man. Her cheeks burned hot as she peered at her menu, glancing over the top of it, noting the smile on her son's lips. Knowing it might be wrong, yet this feeling, burning deep within her, felt so right. "So," reaching across the table, her thumbs brushing against the back of his hands when his filled hers, "what's the plan for this weekend."

"Well, tonight I plan on taking my wife out to this little play, dinner beforehand, of course."

"Of course, you should always wine and dine your wife," Iliana said with an impish grin on her lips. "What else?"

"Well, after the play, I thought if it's not too late, drive her to the pavilion down at the lake and just have a little stroll in the moonlight, that is if my wife wants to do such a thing," Drake stated coyly, seeing his mother's head bobbing her answer. "Then the rest of the weekend, it's back to work. I do have a house to pay off before I whisk my wife off on our honeymoon."

"About that, you should know, I already paid them the thirty thousand you told me to use, so we only have fifty more left to go," Iliana said, ignoring the people in the restaurant. The only person she deemed important at that moment was the man sitting across from her.

"Did they give you any trouble about it?" Drake asked, staring into his mother's eyes.

"No, but the loan manager we used did try to get me to sleep with him before you took over the payments. You should have seen him when I walked in there and paid off the late payments we were behind on. The nerve of the man thinking I would whore myself out just to keep from losing the house," Iliana said bitterly.

"Ah, well, if he tries anything else, you let me know, and I'll have a word with him," Drake stated in a protective voice.

"Of course, baby, I would never hide anything from you," Iliana said sweetly as their waiter approached them.

"What'cha doing?" Drake asked as he cut up his veal chop. Watching his mother snapping off pictures on her phone.

"Showing off the gift my man got me to my girlfriends," Iliana stated as she rapidly typed out her text. Not telling him one of those texts was to her sister just to rub it in her face.

"Oh, well, don't be too hard on them," Drake said into his wine glass.

"I can't help it that they're a little bit jealous that I have a man like you," Iliana spoke, smiling as she reached for her own.

"Boys, we're home!" Iliana called out as she and Drake entered their home. "Oh, hey, Emma, I didn't know you were off today," she said surprised to see her lounging on their couch in the living room.

"I'm not, but I thought I'd get my lunchtime snack in with these two until Drake got home," Emma stated, turning in her seat as did Franklin and Aydin. "Iliana, just where did you get that?!" Her eyes went wide as Iliana's necklace glinted in the light.

"Oh, this," her fingertips lightly rested on it, "my man bought it for me while he was in Italy, didn't you, baby?" Iliana asked, peering back at Drake as he set his bags down just like he did when he had come home from college that winter break.

"Mmmhmm," Drake hummed as he stepped up beside his mother. Feeling her leaning against him as his hand slid along her lower back before coming to rest on her hip.

"Damn, Drake, show us up, why don't you?!" Aydin joked. "It looks pretty on you, Mom."

"Thank you, honey," Iliana cooed, smiling at her youngest twin.

"How much did that cost you?" Franklin asked, noting how happy his mother appeared to be now that Drake was back.

"Don't think you'd want to know," Drake taunted as he peered down at his older brother.

"No, he's right, honey. While I love it, but I hope this didn't hurt you money-wise," Iliana spoke, peering over at him. Biting her lip as Drake pressed her harder into him, and how he got a serious look in his eyes.

"If spending ten thousand dollars to see that gorgeous smile of yours shine like the sun is what it takes, then, yeah... all worth it!" Drake said truthfully, noting the jaws dropping when he dropped how much the necklace cost him, seeing how it was a custom piece. "Money isn't a concern when it involves you," he said, looking deeply into his mother's eyes.

"Oh, baby," Iliana moaned, melting at those words.

"Damn, man, just show us up, why don't you," Franklin teased, smiling at his youngest brother. Noting how their mother was gazing at Drake, like nothing she's ever done with them. So he knew their mother was totally head over heels for Drake. That was why he and Aydin had stopped sleeping with their mother for the most part unless Drake told them it was okay or if he was away for a very long time, so their mother was taken care of. They didn't want to interfere with what was happening between the two of them.

"Oh, has my delivery arrived yet?" Drake asked, hoping the two cases arrived undamaged. After all, he paid a lot of money to get it delivered so quickly.

"Yeah, it did. I put it on the kitchen table, but what's in it?" Aydin asked curiously. He, Franklin, Emma, and their mother had been guessing what that box contained since no one opened it, knowing that would upset Drake.

"Two cases of the best Tuscan wine you can buy," Drake answered, seeing Emma's eyes lighting up at the news before he walked off to unbox it.

"Drake?!" Emma's and Iliana's voices filled the home as they scurried after him.

"Hmm?" Drake hummed, not hiding his smile as they crowded around him as he cut open the box.

"You'll share this fabulous wine with us, won't you?" Emma purred in a wanton tone as she lightly touched Drake's left arm.

"Of course, Emma, did you think I would leave you out?" Drake inquired in a sinful tone, seeing his brothers entering the kitchen as he set the first bottle down on the table.

"Drake," Iliana's voice took on a tone that reminded him of someone in her teens as she twirled a strand of her hair around her finger, "would you mind if we opened one?" Iliana asked.

"Sure, you joining us?" Drake queried, looking over at his brothers.

"Yes, if you boys want more of this ass," Drake noted how Franklin's and Aydin's eyes were zeroed in on how Emma ran her hand along it, "you definitely need to learn how to enjoy wine," Emma said, flashing Drake a devious smile. Giggling at how Franklin and Aydin were pushing each other about as they sought wine glasses for each one of them along with the corkscrew.

"So, they've grown on you, huh?" Drake teased.

"What can I say? They do a fine job of making up for you when you're not here," Emma winked at him.

Drake watched how Emma's face grew red when Franklin slipped his arms around her waist. "Now, now, I know my brother is good, but you sure we're just his replacements?" Franklin asked as he nibbled on Emma's neck.

"Well... if you keep doing that, I might revise my opinion," Emma said in a good-natured tease. It wasn't hard for him to notice how Emma enjoyed the attention she got from the twins. He was happy for her, with being in a loveless marriage for so long. "Get that look out of your eye, Drake. That doesn't mean I'm going to stop having that fat cock in me. So you best be ready to make my pussy gush," she said in a lustful tone.

"Always, Emma," Drake replied as Aydin sat the glasses down on the table and shoved his brother aside so he could feel the woman he and Franklin had been after against him.

"Boys, what have I told you about sharing," Iliana said in a disapproving motherly voice as Drake cut through the wax seal on the bottle with the corkscrew before hearing its pop.

"Just a little bit, Drake. I have to drive back to work soon," Emma stated as she held out her glass to him. Watching that rich red liquid flowing into her glass, stopping when it got to two inches.

Franklin and Aydin just watched as Drake, their mother, and Emma swirled their glasses before they brought them to their noses. Shrugging at each other when they peered at one another, mimicking their movements. Not understanding why they inhaled the scent of the wine before they sipped it.

"Oh, my," Iliana gasped as the wine played along her tongue.

"Mmmhmm, I have to say you were not joking about this," Emma sighed, tasting her homeland on her tongue.

Franklin and Aydin, being amateurs in what constituted a good wine, had no earthly idea what their mother and Emma were going on about. All they knew was that it tasted good. They wouldn't admit it was better than the beer they drank. But it was rather good for two people that never truly partook in it. Watching how Drake poured their mother another glass while Emma set hers down.

"Boys, you best be thinking of what we'll be doing tonight while Drake romances your mother," Emma stated, peering over at the twins. Whose eyes grew wide, catching them off guard. "You should enjoy spending time with the woman you're fucking, that includes going out." Shooting Iliana a devious smile as she giggled along. "And you, Drake," a purr rumbled from deep within her chest as she walked around the table, "you best be ready for me when you're not so busy," she said before passionately kissing him.

"Always, Emma," Drake said once her lips left his.

"Good, I'll hold you to it," Emma cooed, winking at him. "Now, boys, I expect you two to be ready at seven to show this old girl a night on the town when I get home from work. Iliana, always a pleasure to see you," she said, waving to them as she headed towards the front door.

"Told you, you created a monster," Iliana said, smiling into her glass.

"Drake," Franklin quickly approached the side of the table, pressing his hand on its surface as he leaned on it, seeing his brother arching an eyebrow, "help your brothers out here. We don't know any place good enough to take a woman like Emma to, also could you like... front us some money? We don't want to appear like chumps who can't afford to woo someone like Emma."

"But you can't, obviously, if you're asking me for money," Drake said, grinning wickedly at his mother's snort.

"Drake, the boys look up to their daddy, especially how well he takes care of their mother," Iliana purred, the fires of her want burned in her eyes as she peered over the rim of her glass as she took a sip of her wine.

"I don't know, Iliana, someone like Emma needs a dinner and a night out that's easily three hundred dollars. I just don't know if the boys are responsible enough for such a woman like her," Drake spoke, seeing the humor in his mother's eyes as he played along.

"Please, Drake, we'll do chores, paint the house, anything you want," Aydin stated, joining his twin's side who was nodding vehemently along.

"Anything?!" Drake mused, the devil on his shoulder was whispering into his ear.

"Within reason, son," Iliana cut in, seeing that devious light in her son's eyes.

"Aw, you're no fun," Drake pouted, smiling as she blew him a kiss. Reaching into his pocket, pulling out his phone, scrolling down his contact list, stopping when he reached the number for The Chef and I on Ninth. "Hi, Roy, it's Dante, yes, I'm still coming at six, but I need you to make another reservation for a friend of mine. A table for three people, say at seven-thirty? Excellent. Thanks, we'll see you then," ending the call and pocketing his phone, "okay, you two have a table at The Chef and I on Ninth at seven-thirty. I expect you to be there promptly, or you will lose your table and make me look bad, we clear?"

"Yes, Drake. The Chef and I on Ninth at seven-thirty," Franklin repeated with a nod of his head as Aydin looked up where it was on his phone. Watching his brother pulling four hundred dollars off his money clip and dropping it onto the table.

"I expect you to work your tail off around the house while I'm in New York, understood?"

"Of course, Drake, we won't let you down. Now, what about after dinner?" Franklin asked, nervousness flooded his body at going on a date with his dream woman. Noting how Drake held out his hand to Aydin, silently asking for his phone.

"Take her there if you want to see that body of hers writhing on the dance floor," Drake said, handing Aydin his phone back with the name of the club typed into Aydin's Google search. "That should cover dinner, the door charge, and drinks; just don't drink and drive," he spoke in a fatherly tone.

"No way, Drake, we'd never do that," Aydin stated firmly.

"Good, I need to unpack and a nap," Drake said, walking to where he laid his bags down with his wine glass still in hand.

"And I need to show my man how much I appreciate my gift," Iliana purred in a salacious tone. "You two ignore the moans," she said from over her shoulder, swaying her ass for her son, knowing it was at Drake's eye level as she led the way to their bedroom. Hearing her sons' glee from downstairs as she shut the door behind Drake.

"How do I look, Aydin?" Iliana asked, checking herself out in the full-length mirror in her old bedroom as she stood in a skin-tight black dress she had bought Wednesday for this very night.

"Damn, Mom, you look fucking sexy as hell," Aydin stated as he leered at his mother from across the room.

"Drake's going to have a hard-on all night long with you looking like that," Franklin said truthfully as he gazed at her from the foot of the bed.

"Awe, aren't the two of you sweet," Iliana said, turning each and every way to see how the dress moved along her body. Seeing how her styled hair moved as she did. She wanted this night to be perfect. "Did you move the Ford like your brother asked?"

"Course, Mom," Aydin nodded. "Mom?"

"Hmm?"

"Would it be okay if we borrowed the Audi to take Emma out?"

"You know your brother doesn't like you driving it," Iliana said, peering over at her son.

"I know, Mom, but we promise to take real good care of it," Franklin spoke with his brother nodding along. Seeing how their mother gazed at the necklace in the mirror and how that smile never left her lips as her fingers traced along it.

"Well... okay, just this once, and you best not get a scratch or dent in my car, understood?" Iliana stated in a stern motherly voice. Seeing Franklin rising from his spot in the mirror and walking out of the room to hers and Drake's bedroom, where she kept her car keys. "You really think Drake's going to love the dress?" she asked, a little insecure.

"Mom, have you seen how Drake looks at you? You could be wearing rags for all he cared about. To him, you would still be the stunning woman we both know he's lusted after," Aydin answered truthfully, seeing his mother's face ripen. "Mom?"

"Yes, Aydin." Turning her head to peer over at her son.

"I am really happy Drake makes you feel this way. I'm glad what Dad did, didn't sour you to it."

"I am too, okay, no more fooling around. Best put my face on before it gets too late, and you, young man," pointing her finger at him slightly bending at her waist to give her son a peek at her breasts, "you and your brother best treat Emma with respect and courtesy tonight, we clear?!" Iliana said in that motherly tone of hers. Noting how Aydin's smile grew wide, knowing she was only teasing him.

"Of course, Mom, can't have Drake constantly showing me up," Aydin spoke, puffing out his chest, putting on his male bravado.

"Good," bending down, placing a kiss on her son's left cheek, "we probably won't be home until late, so don't wait up for us," Iliana stated before walking into the master bathroom.

Drake turned his head when he heard a whistle, only to find his older brother standing in the doorway of his bedroom, leaning against the doorframe. "You look good, Drake," Franklin nodded approvingly, seeing his brother arching an eyebrow.

"I do hope that's not a come-on," Drake joked, seeing his brother rolling his eyes.

"Just take the compliment, man, jeez." Smiling at how his brother chuckled, glad this all hadn't gone to Drake's head.

"So, whatcha here for, if not to watch your handsome brother dress," Drake teased.

"Handsome? Are you sure you're talking about yourself and not me? We both know I got the looks in the family," Franklin retorted, knowing he and Aydin had to start to prepare for their own date with Emma.

"Didn't know trolls ran in our family," Drake teased, getting a snort out of his brother.

"Good one, no, Mom said it was okay for us to borrow the Audi for tonight. I promise you have my word we'll take good care of it," Franklin spoke, seeing the look in his brother's eye. "Drake, what are those?" he asked, watching Drake attach his right cufflink to his dress shirt.

"Cufflinks."

"Well, don't you just look pretty," Franklin teased.

"And don't you forget it," Drake replied. Laughter filled the room as the two brothers enjoyed the humor that permeated the room.

"You best treat Mom good, or you'll answer to me," Franklin said, puffing out his chest.

"I didn't know you wanted to be on your back again," Drake smirked, remembering the brotherly fight they had.

"That was a fluke, and you know it," Franklin stated, lightly shoving his brother's shoulder as Drake tugged on the lapels of his black suit jacket. "I hope you and Mom enjoy your night; I know she's been looking forward to it all week." Smiling at Drake when he, too, said the same thing. "I expect you to kick anyone's ass if they get too friendly with Mom."

"Count on it," Drake nodded.

"Good, you two have fun, don't stay out too late," Franklin said, waving to his brother as he left Drake's bedroom as Drake was putting on his shoes.

"Baby, are you ready?" Iliana called out as she descended the stairs.

"For a night out with you? Always," Drake called back.

"Good." Iliana's purr floated on the air. Her grin spread across her face at how her son's jaw dropped as she stepped onto the ground floor of their home. "Do you like it, baby?" she asked, doing a little spin, giving her ass a little shake, getting something nice and hard for her.

"Fuck yeah, I do."

"Bye boys, you best treat Emma right tonight," Iliana called out, hearing her sons' 'We will' before closing the garage door. Shooting her son a taunting smile as he eased her down into the seat of his BMW. Lifting up the hem of her dress, flashing him her bald pussy, showing him that she would be open to whatever he had in store during the play.

"Oh, my god, that was so good?!" Iliana exclaimed excitedly as they walked out of the restaurant, hanging onto her son's arm as he escorted her to his car. "Why didn't you tell me you were on a first name bases with the chef?"

"Didn't think it was important," Drake said with a shrug of his shoulders.

"Well, it is, if you're going to such fancy places. You definitely have to bring me here more often?!"

"Oh?"

"Mmmhmm, you should lavish the woman you love with fabulous meals like that, at least once a month," Iliana nodded, causing her hair to bounce as she did.

"I'll have to remember that," Drake mused with a coy smile on his lips.

"You best!" Leaning in, capturing her son's lips as they stood beside the passenger door. "Now we best be going, or we'll miss the play's opening," Iliana said, lightly patting her son's chest. Winking at him as Drake held the car door open for her. Making sure no one got a glimpse of her pussy as she swung her legs into his car. The only man that got that honor was her son, sometimes her other sons, when Drake was busy or out of town. It was the arrangement they had worked out so she wouldn't be going out of her mind in her horniness while Drake was away.

Leaning against Drake as his arm was wrapped around her waist as they sauntered up to the ticket booth of the playhouse. Noting the sneaky smile, he flashed her when Drake paid for a private box. Thanking the young man when he handed Drake the tickets, she wanted everyone to look, to see how hot she was and the man she was with. Silently telling them that she would never be with them, not as long as she had Drake. Even if she didn't, she doubted anyone could or would match Drake's skill.

"They sell snacks and alcohol here?!" Iliana asked in surprise since this was the first time she's ever been to a play of this caliber before.

"They do," Drake nodded. Chuckling as his mother dragged him over towards the concession stand.

"They better have malted milk balls. You know how much I love those," Iliana said excitedly as she peered down into the glass cases. Feeling her cheeks heat at the feel of her son's hand on her ass where it always belonged, at least in her opinion, it did. "Drake, what was that?" she asked, peering up when the house lights flickered three times.

"That's the five-minute warning, ma'am," said the polite teenager that was manning the stand that evening. Trying not to ogle the tops of the woman's breasts her dress showed off. "If you're worried about missing the start of the show, we can bring it to your seat for you."

"Really?!"

"Yes, ma'am," the teenager nodded.

"Then I want a box of milk balls and a glass of your best red wine you have," Iliana spoke, looking over at Drake, making sure that was okay.

"Make that two glasses," Drake said, seeing the teen nod along as he wrote down their order and the private box they were in. "Come, Iliana, we don't want to be late," he spoke in a commanding tone as he held out his hand to her.

"We certainly do not," Iliana stated with a nod. Biting her lip as her eyes ran down her son's body as he helped her to her seat. Flashing him a devious grin as she took hold of his hand and guided it beneath the hem of her dress. Biting her lower lip as the pad of Drake's fingers teased her labia, her mouth formed into an 'O' as they eased into her hot pussy as the house lights dimmed. "Yes, Drake," she whispered, feeling her sex awakening at her son's touch. Her nostrils flared as she watched how Drake sucked his fingers clean as he moved to take his seat. Thanking the boy when he delivered their treats to enjoy the show with. Ignoring how the teenager blatantly stared at her breasts before looking away when Drake shot the teen a glance as he handed him the money for their wine and her milk balls.

Iliana looked hastily around as Drake slyly rose from his seat when the second act of the play was underway. Her chest heaved; her breath grew rapid as her son knelt down in front of her. Spreading her legs, causing her dress to ride up her thighs, showing off her glistening pussy to her boy's eyes. Her body trembled at the first touch of Drake's tongue on her hot mound. Her hand flew to her mouth to keep her moans from alerting anyone of what was transpiring above them and beside them. Her other hand rested against the back of her son's head, pressing him tighter to her sex as she lost herself to that exquisite feeling he was giving her in a very public setting. She didn't know how she kept from having her moan of bliss from alerting anyone when she came on her son's tongue, yet she didn't stop her son from continuing what he was doing to her, nor would she ever. She just loved how Drake ate out her pussy. Iliana, looking disheveled, glanced over at Drake when he retook his seat, wearing that smirk of his on his lips as he used his handkerchief to dry his face that was marred with her sex. Wondering if he always did that to those he escorted to this place like the one time she and Aydin had followed him when she thought he was dealing drugs.

"Did you think I would allow you to get off scot-free after that?" Iliana whispered as she pushed her son's legs apart and sank to her knees. "Did you think I would allow my man to go without after getting me off here, with all these people about? Silly boy, you know me better than that," she chided playfully when that smirk reappeared on Drake's lips. "But I think you were counting on that, weren't you?"

"Of course, I was. Who in their right mind would ever turn down the chance to feel your lips wrapped around their cocks?" Drake spoke in a low tone as his thumb brushed along his mother's lower lip. Seeing the fire in her eyes as he did. Looking down when his mother snaked his semi-hard cock out of his pants.

"Oh, a great many men, that's for sure, but they'll never know what this feels like," watching her son's eyes flutter as she licked up the back of his cock, "will they baby?" Iliana watched as Drake tossed back his head as she engulfed his crown. Using her hand to keep the slurping to a minimum, feeling her son's hand on the back of her head as she gave the ultimate pleasure to the man she loved. Loving that blissful look on her son's face as she stroked him off, knowing that look would forever be there. "Want to know why baby? Because I'm yours now and forever, no one will ever know this experience unless you're okay with it," she said in a loving tone before going back to her meal.

Working quickly to get her dessert, she knew the play was nearly over, given it was only a two-part act. While she loved the evening, Drake had planned for them, the play not so much. She was rather bored with it, actually. She assumed this was why Drake had done what he had done to distract her from the mediocre performance that was happening on stage, and she had high hopes, too, given what she had read online. After watching it, she had to assume the people who raved about it were complete idiots, and rightly too. Iliana didn't waste a second as her son's hot seed flooded her mouth where it always would belong. Making him feel how good it was against his cock as she swallowed every drop of his cum. "Baby?" Looking up at him, running her tongue along her lower lip, ensuring that she didn't waste one drop.

"Hmm?"

"How about we get out of here, and you can take me on that stroll you promised," Iliana spoke, still on her knees between his legs.

"Sure, Mom, anything you want," Drake answered in a caring tone.

"Good, now let's put this guy back in so you don't give a poor woman a heart attack," Iliana stated with a wink.

"Drake?" The gentle breeze rolled along the sandy beach, causing her hair to flutter behind her as Iliana walked a few steps in front of her son with her hands behind her back. Feeling the cool, damp sand beneath the soles of her bare feet, enjoying the sounds of the gentle rolling waves as they broke on the shore.

"Yeah?"

"What's your plan when you finish college?" Iliana asked, peering back at him, noticing how his eyes were savoring her form as the moonlight haloed her body.

"Well, by that time, I'll only have one year left on my contract with the agency. I thought I'd try my hand at a normal life with the woman I love. If not... well, I can always be a gigolo," Drake stated, his mother's heels bumped against his thigh, noting how speechless that made her.

"You mean it? You really mean you would give up this life... for me?"

"In a heartbeat," Drake nodded. "Mom... Iliana, the only thing I've ever wanted in this life is you. I know that sounds messed up, but ever since I saw you laying out in the backyard, the way the sun shone down on you, it was like a sign from above, if you believe in that, that you were the woman that held me enthralled. Whenever you were sad, I did everything I could to make you smile. When you were angry, I tried to be there to calm you down. All I ever wanted to do was to take care of you, still do," he said, seeing how his mother's lip trembled and how her tears that reamed her eyes glistened in the moonlight.

"Oh, baby!" Iliana ran to her son, throwing her arms around his neck, madly kissing her son as he held her close. "That's all I want too," she sighed low. "All I want is to hold you, to love you, to be by your side. If what you feel sounds fucked up, then mine does too. But it doesn't matter what anyone thinks; this is about us, not them. However, hold off on quitting outright," seeing the puzzled look on her son's face, "hear me out before you say anything. While I would love, I mean love, for you to stop being a gigolo and be mine wholly. Yet if we're going to have a baby, we're going to need the income, maybe like say four nights a week instead of this seven days a week you've been putting in for so long. Plus, we don't know if you'll be able to make it as an architect here, and I know that's what you want to do, but a baby is really expensive, and I want our baby to have everything we can give him or her. So I don't mind if you have to continue being a gigolo, albeit in a part-time fashion. After all, their daddy needs to be around," Iliana said in a sly tone with an impish grin on her lips.

"You sure? I'll give this all up if you just tell me."

"I know, and I really want you to. Trust me, I do. But with me out of work on maternity leave, hormonal, and everything in-between, we're going to have to rely on you and your work to support us until I can go back to work. Even if you stopped being a gigolo, money would be tight, and our emotions frayed, our bodies drained until our baby finally sleeps through the night. It puts a strain on a relationship, and I don't want that for us. I don't want anything to come between our love for one another. I want to spend the rest of my life with you and raise as many babies as I can with you if you want that."

"Okay, Mom, as long as you're sure about this, I won't move forward until you're okay with it," Drake said in a loving tone.

"Maybe when our baby is older, then we'll revisit this or when we're well off enough to live comfortably on the interest of your bank account like I don't know," Iliana said with a coy smirk on her lips. "I know we'll make great parents; I just know it!"

"Well, you're already an awesome Mom."

"You're only saying that because I let you fuck me," Iliana teased.

"No, you already were long before that. The sex with you is just one fucking awesome bonus."

"Stop," Iliana whispered, lightly smacking her son's chest. "Drake?"

"Hmm?"

"Take me home and make love to your woman like you've always dreamed," Iliana cooed, knowing that would make a perfect end to this wonderful evening they had shared with one another.

Idin, Becky, and Regan were playing out in the front yard as the lunchtime hour drew near on that cloudy Saturday morning. Idin has ignored every attempt Mario has made to talk. She gave him his warning over two weeks ago of what would happen if she found out he was cheating on her, so she didn't have much else to say to the man. She had given up everything for that man. Her family. Her sister. Her career. All on the false assumptions that the man loved her, yet his actions have shown he only loves one person, himself. Cheering for her daughter as she got the ring onto the post of the little game they were playing to boost her daughter's self-esteem. Smiling up at Regan as she held her aloft above her. Idin and Becky both turned their heads when they heard a car slowing down. Grinning to herself, knowing her plan of cuckolding Mario was one step closer. Then her mood soured as she heard the front door opening.

"Idin, I have to head in," Mario said tentatively.

"Really, and who is it this time?"

"I don't know what..."

"I know what you did Tuesday? I saw it!" Her glare burnt into his hide, telling him it wasn't a lie. "Make sure you wash that woman off of you before you come home, or don't bother, stay away for all I care. I warned you what would happen if I caught you. I gave up everything for you, and you couldn't keep that thing in your pants!"

"Really? Dad?" Idin's head turned at the sound of Drake's voice. "Wasn't it bad enough you nearly destroyed Mom and ruined Jake's marriage? How many other marriages are you going to leave in your wake?"

"I will not be lectured by you, Drake!" Mario hissed, knowing he was caught with his pants down. "You haven't even gotten out of college yet; you don't know how the world works."

"No, I know perfectly well how the world works, Dad," Drake said sarcastically. "Men like you think they can do whatever they want, ignoring the bodies they leave behind when they get bored with them. I should know you did the same thing to me for three damn years. It's only now that you think I have value all so you can fuck over my mother. Something I will never allow to happen. Who do you think picks up the pieces of the lives your kind of people leave behind? The ones you leave behind thinking we are nothing to you if we can't bring something to your so-called incredible lives. In truth, people like you are just sad, insignificant assholes who would be better off just not even marrying or alive if all possible. The world would be better off if people like you didn't exist, but you do, and people like me have to listen to help build back what your kind willfully destroys for your own self-gratification."

"What do you know, you're probably a virgin with that self-righteous attitude," Mario sneered, waving off his son's remark. Looking over oddly at Becky as she snorted and not enjoying that cocky smirk on his son's lips.

"I wouldn't be too sure about that, old man. You use your power to get what you want; only weak men have to resort to such a tactic. I, on the other hand, only have to whisper a few sweet nothings into a woman's ear, and she'll be all the more eager to open her legs to me."

"Yeah, I'll believe that when the sun dies out," Mario chuckled dismissively.

"And pray tell, Drake, just how do you do such a thing?" Idin asked, bringing Regan down, resting her against her chest as she peered over at him.

"Because I'm Dante Cole, I'm sure you've heard that name whispered around these parts a lot," Drake said, letting the cat out of the bag. Seeing Idin's jaw dropping as he leaned back against his car, crossing his arms across his chest, the late morning sun warming his skin as the top three buttons of his button-down shirt were undone.​