Incest/Taboo My Son the Gigolo

"Y-y-your Dante?!" Idin stammered; her eyes darted down to his crotch, then back up to his face. She knew that cock looked familiar!

"The one and only."

"Bullshit!" Mario spat.

"Believe what you want, old man, don't you have some mistress to screw?" Drake asked with a pointed look. "You know if you're going to cheat, pick up some new skills. Otherwise, it's rather pathetic."

"Then get off my property?!"

"I would, but then she'd have a fit," pointing to Regan, "then again, the needs of your children were never a high priority with you, were we?" Drake asked in a questioning tone.

"You're just like your mother. You're not worthy of this kind of life," Mario spat, putting his son down.

"This life?" Waving to his surroundings, "Oh, I could live this life if I wanted to. I think my bank account outweighs yours by a long shot. And I do live this kind of life. I just don't need to live here to live it. Ask any woman here, and they will tell you how often they see me at some high functioning event. When's the last time you've been seen hobnobbing with the Mayor of this city? I can tell you since I get invited to the place quite often, never."

"Now you're just making shit up, the Mayor?!" Mario bellowed out in laughter. Growing unnerved by that smug smirk on his son's face.

"Laugh all you want, old man. I don't need your praise, I haven't needed it since I was twelve, but then again, all you really cared about is how we, your children, I mean, could make you look good. If not, you brushed us off to the side. The only person you ever cared about is your own selfish self. When's the last time you talked to your parents... oh right, they want nothing to do with you with how you destroyed your marriage. They're fine, by the way. Grandma has a new hip if you wanted to know. Who do you think paid for it? Surely it wasn't you. You didn't even bother to inform your own parents you were back in the States. Don't worry, though. Your brother and sister are taking care of them for me since they live in Wisconsin. I just simply ensured that they didn't have a hospital bill to worry about since I couldn't be there to take care of her like a good grandson does. The nurse I hired has been a great help to Grandpa," Drake said, putting his father in his place.

"Bah, I don't need to listen to this," Mario waved his son off, marching towards his car to get his needs fulfilled.

"Oh, if you think of running like the coward you are, be sure your bank account can handle the divorce," Idin warned, grinning wickedly at her husband as she noted how his eyes showed how his house of cards was crumbling all around him. "And trust me, two can play at that game. If you think you can cheat on me and get away with it, think again. I just might call up Franklin and Aydin because we both know the real reason you abandoned your sons. It wasn't because of who they were with, was it? So be a good little cuck, and when you get back, you'll know I've been thoroughly and enjoyably fucked," Idin said, mouthing the last word so as not to curse in front of her daughter. "Drake, you say you only need to whisper, come whisper some nothings into my ear," she said, throwing down her gauntlet. Noting the odd look on Drake's face, "Come on, prove your father wrong, unless you're a liar like your father is." Bouncing Regan against her as she turned towards Mario, her eyes shot daggers at her husband, keeping her sneer from her face. "Well, Drake, come along. I don't have all day. Show your father what a man really is."

Idin's eyes grew wide. Her nostrils flared as Drake's sensuous words danced along her grey matter. She had purposely faced Mario so he could see the effect his son's words would have on her body. She just didn't think he truly had the skills to arouse her so... quickly.

"Really? Two minutes?" Idin asked skeptically as she glanced out the corner of her eye at him.

"Oh, yes, call Marsha, Trish, or Brie if you don't believe me. You will be amazed how good they look writhing on my tongue," Drake gloated.

"Please, like you..." Mario's voice stilled as he watched his son pulling out his phone.

"Drake?!" Marsha's voice squealed in delight once the line connected.

"Hey, Marsha, I need a favor."

"Oh? For you, anything?!" Mario fumed as his face grew redder by the second by that taunting smirk on his son's face.

"Please inform my cheating, no-good, faithless father of just what I can do, without going into too many crude words, there is a child present."

"You sure, Drake? I don't want to out you."

"Don't worry, they know who I am now, I told them."

"Oh? Well, then, Mario, from what Idin has told me, you could learn a lot from your son. Especially in the bedroom, since you'd rather not go down on your own wife yet demand that she does it for you. Idin, are you going to try?"

"Is that two-minute thing a real thing or just hype?" Idin asked curiously into Drake's phone.

"Oh, yes, I've never got off so fast in my life! Drake's like the ninth wonder of the world, or his tongue is!" Marsha giggled. "Drake, I have to run, but we're still on for Monday night, aren't we?"

"Of course, like I'd ever stand you up," Drake spoke in a charming tone.

"Well, Drake, if you need any more reassurances, I'll gladly do it in person."

"I'll keep that in mind. See you Monday."

"I can't wait! I'm already wet just hearing your voice!"

"Oh, I know, you little minx," Drake said sinfully. "So, now that I've proven I'm not a liar like you, got anything else to say?"

"That's right, storm off. That's all you're really good at!" Idin taunted as Mario flung open his car door before speeding away. Noting how Drake looked down as she took hold of his hand. "Come, let's have lunch, then you can show me this side of you that has my friends all up in arms just to spend a night with you," she said, smiling over her shoulder as she led him into her house, unaware she had played into Drake's and Iliana's hand. "Here, hold her for a while. I'll get lunch ready," Idin said, smiling at her stepson as Regan held out her arms to him. "Now save some for me, Becky." Winking at her daughter as Becky closed the door and locked it.

"Hi!" Regan giggled as she was held in Drake's arms. Placing a rather wet kiss on Drake's left cheek.

"Hello."

"Drake." Becky's sensuous tone caused Drake to turn his head only to have Becky's lips taking command of his. "Keep her distracted for a minute," she whispered as she sank down, her brother's body. Lowering his zipper, listening to Drake talking to Regan who wasn't paying any attention to her. No. Her focus was on Drake as she snaked his cock out of his pants. Her head bobbed as she worked to get him off with her mouth. She's been dying for this for two weeks now. Showing off his cock to her mother when Idin peeked out from the kitchen, seeing the hunger on her mother's face at the sight of it before it filled her mouth once again.

"Did you get me a present?!" Regan asked in that stern tone only a two-year-old could achieve, unaware of what just happened below her.

"As a matter-of-fact, I did," Drake answered, feeling Becky stuffing his cock back into his pants.

"Where is it?" Regan uttered with a wide smile.

"It's out in the car..." His eyes cut towards Becky as she stuffed her hand into his right pocket, pulling out his car keys after copping a feel.

"I'll fetch it. You just keep Regan all nice and happy," Becky stated with a sinful grin on her lips as her tongue licked the corner of her mouth, gathering up the seed that she failed to swallow. "After lunch, I do hope you're up for a workout," she said from over her shoulder as she walked out the door.

Idin smiled as her daughter ran happily into the kitchen with Drake hot on her heels. The searing of the burgers played on the air as she prepared lunch for the four of them. Placing Regan in the portable play pen, she had moved into the kitchen to keep an eye on her while she cooked. Her body fell forward, her hands landed on the lip of the counter as she felt Drake's hand between her legs. Her breath shuddered as she felt the pad of his finger lightly rubbing along her covered mound. Pushing back against his hand, her eyes fluttering as that taunting finger rolled her clit through her jeans.

"Drake?!" Idin said breathlessly, feeling the heat of her cunt building as her canal quivered as it neared the peak of her orgasm.

"You want this, don't you?" Drake asked in a sinful tone. Reaching forward, taking her left hand off the counter and laid it on his manhood. "I know you saw it; I know you know how big it is. Tell me you don't want this deep inside of you." Smirking when Idin's hand gently kneaded his manhood

"Y-yes?!" Idin answered with a shaky voice. Biting her lip, squealing as she felt her hot juices striking the seat of her pants as she came hard on Drake's fingers.

"If I do this, you stay the hell away from my mother, you understand?" Drake whispered into her ear.

"I... can't... I need her help."

"Huh?"

"I want to really make that man into a cuck and make him watch!" Idin hissed, enjoying how Drake eased her down from her climax.

"Oh?"

"Mmmhmm."

Sucking in a breath when Drake groped her left breast, "And what if I don't wish to subject my mother to you and that ass?"

"Please, Drake, I know I hurt you, your mother, your brothers, everyone I cared about. I thought he loved me, I gave up everything for that man, and this is how he treats me?!" Idin spoke with tears in her eyes.

"Uncle Jake loved you, too."

"I know. I'm such a fool for falling for his bullshit."

"I'll have to speak with Mom about this," Drake said, he had no sympathy for what she was going through at that moment. She should have known that his father wouldn't simply stop cheating just because he had her.

"Please, Drake, I'll do anything, anything you want to help me get back at your father for doing this to us. I know I am just as guilty as he is for what happened, but..." looking over at Regan as she played happily in her playpen, "he can't get away with doing this to Regan." Feeling him backing away from her as they heard the front door opening. Feeling her wetness soaking into her jeans as Becky walked into the kitchen holding two bags. Bags that she knew meant one thing. He would be staying for a while, and he had to work that evening.

"I didn't know which one they were in, so I brought both in. I'll just go put this one in your bedroom. Don't go giving it to her yet. I want to be here when you do," Becky said, still tasting Drake's cum on her tongue as she handed him the duffle bag in her right hand. Noting how gently Drake laid the bag down onto the island as she walked out of the kitchen and towards his bedroom.

"So you'll do anything, huh?" Drake spoke, moving his body to where Regan wouldn't be able to see what was about to happen.

"Yes, Drake, anything," Idin nodded as she flipped the burgers, turning her head as she heard his zipper lowering. Her eyes shot up to his face as Drake pulled out his cock.

"I think you know what to do, don't you?" Drake stated, noting how Idin looked back at Regan then to him, seeing how he wasn't in Regan's line of sight.

"Just don't cum in my hair. I hate that," Idin said, sinking down to her knees in front of him. Swallowing hard as she watched her stepson's cock twitch before her eyes as it filled with blood. "Not even fully erect, and he's bigger than Mario is," she said to herself as her hand reached up and wrapped around Drake's shaft. Her eyes peered up at him as her lips glided along his pole. Feeling how sore her jaw was becoming, trying to take all of him into her mouth. Knowing the moment they fucked, she would be stretched out like a worn-out sock! She noted how his eyes flicked over to somewhere behind her, knowing Becky must have entered the room, given how she heard her voice keeping her sister entertained while she was on her knees sucking Drake's cock in their kitchen. Lifting up her shirt and moving her bra over the tops of her breasts like Drake had ordered her to, wondering how Mario was going to take the news that he had been once again cuckolded by one of his sons.

"That's it, drink it all down," Drake said in a commanding tone as he peered down at his Aunt. Watching how her cheeks bulged out before she drank down his cum. Smirking when Idin wasn't done when she bobbed and sucked some more to get the last drop out of his balls, seeing how she pulled her bra down over her breasts and then her shirt before getting to her feet.

"Drake, what's this?" Idin asked as he set a bottle of the wine he had shipped home onto her island.

"A bottle of the best Tuscan wine there is." Noting how Becky perked up at that news from her position as she leaned over the railing of Regan's playpen.

"Then we just have to open it!" Idin stated excitedly as she threw open the drawer that held her corkscrew as the cheese melted on their burgers. Noticing how Drake pulled a medium-sized stuffed animal out of his bag and a small rectangle velvet box. Looking curiously at him as she cut through the wax seal as she waited for their fries to finish cooking in the oven. Noting how he hid what looked like a koala bear behind his back as he approached Regan's playpen. Seeing how her daughter rose to her feet as Drake neared.

"Have you been good?" Drake asked, peering down at his half-sister.

"Mmmhmm," Regan hummed with a nod of her head. Wiggling her hips excitedly, wondering what he hid behind his back as her tiny hands rested on the cushioned railing of her pen.

"Are you sure?"

"I've been good!" Regan stated, growing impatient the longer Drake teased her.

"I don't know..."

"Drake, don't tease Regan. It isn't nice," Becky stated, with her sister nodding along.

"If you talk like that, then I guess you don't get a present either," Drake joked, seeing Becky's eyes widen.

"Y-you got me something, too?!" Becky stammered, she had only hoped that Drake would pick something up for Regan, seeing how their father didn't get anything for Regan unless it was her birthday or Christmas. Their mother was the one who bought the toys Regan was currently playing with. Feeling her heart flutter at that sinful smirk on his lips telling her that he had.

"Although, I wonder who's going to take care of this little guy for me," Drake spoke, bringing the stuffed animal out from behind his back. Wincing at Regan's high-pitched squeal at the sight of it as she jumped up and down in her playpen. "Can I trust you to look after him for me?" he asked, seeing her head bobbing rapidly as her eyes couldn't tear themselves away from it. Smiling warmly down at her as Regan hugged her new friend tightly to her. Nodding when she thanked him as he rose to his full height.

"Drake, what's this?" Becky inquired with a shaky voice as he held out the velvet box to her. Feeling her heart in her throat as she reached out for it.

"Think of it as a belated birthday gift." Smirking at the sucking motion Becky did as she opened the box. Noting how her eyes bugged out at the emerald-strewn silver bracelet that stared up at her.

"Oh, my God! Oh, my God!" Becky said, dancing in place. It was the first piece of jewelry that anyone, other than Jake or her mother, had bought for her. The rest she had gotten herself with the allowance she was awarded.

"What is it, honey?" Idin asked, smiling at how her two children were so happy at that moment. Arching an eyebrow as Becky rushed to her side. "Drake, that's too much?!" Her eyes cut towards him once she had laid eyes on the gift that he had gotten her daughter.

"To whom?" Drake asked, like dropping twelve hundred dollars wasn't a big deal to him. Which, in truth, it wasn't, not with how well he had managed his money so far. His body rocked when Becky threw herself into his arms and planted a rather steamy kiss on his lips.

"Thank you so much. I love it!" Becky said as she pulled away. "I'll make sure to show you just how much later," she whispered in a lustful tone as she ran her hands down his chest, eager to get that hard body of his beneath her once again.

"Here, Drake, you should enjoy it. After all, you did buy it," Idin stated, holding out his wine glass to him once she had helped clasp Becky's new bracelet to her left wrist. Peering over the rim of her glass, wondering just what was in store for her once they got down to the sex. If what her friends had told her was true, she knew she was in for the time of her life.

"Mom, can I try it?" Becky asked as she was standing between them at the end of the island as only a few minutes remained till their fries were done.

"Becky, I think you're a little too..."

"What?" Holding out his glass to her, "She's old enough to gush like ol' Faithful. She can have a sip of wine," Drake spoke, seeing Becky's face heat to a nice red hue.

"Alright, but only a sip," Idin said in a motherly tone. Noticing how Becky had purposely drank from where Drake's lips had once been. Rubbing Becky's back as she coughed when the alcohol burned her throat.

"Does it always burn like that?" Becky asked in a hoarse tone.

"It's wine, dear, of course, it does," Idin stated in that motherly tone of hers. "Drake, why don't you get Regan seated in her high chair; you are the man of this house now. I do hope you're up for what that entails."

"The question you should ask yourself is, are you?" Drake countered as he set his glass down after taking another sip. Feeling their eyes on him as he bent over as Regan held out her arms to him before lifting her out of the pen. Smiling at her as Regan went on and on about how all her friends loved their new friend and that she did as well as she clung onto him as they walked into the dining room.

"Slow down, Mom," Becky whispered as she watched Idin downing her second glass in five seconds.

"I need to prepare myself, and I want to give him the best fucking I can," Idin stated, nodding towards the cabinet, telling her she would allow Becky this one time to have wine with their lunch. "Don't tell your father about this," she stated, seeing Becky nodding as she filled her glass halfway. "Now, take your and Drake's glasses into the dining room while I fix our plates."

"Drake?" The stereo softly kicked on as Idin raised the volume to an acceptable level that would mask her moans once they got to that point after she and Becky had cleaned up after their lunch while Drake entertained Regan with her new friend. "Brie tells me you know how to dance," Idin stated, glancing out of the corner of her eye as Becky led Regan up the stairs to her room so she could show off her new stuffed animal to her other toys. As well as to keep her from knowing what was about to happen between her and Drake.

"I can," Drake answered with a cocky smirk.

"Show me," Idin ordered, a little yelp escaped her lips as Drake pulled her into him. Feeling the wine heating her body as Drake held her tight against his body as he ground his bulge against her mons Venus. Her skin heated at how soft, how alluring his touch was as his fingers danced lightly along her back. Getting into the groove, her canal clenched, knowing that huge thing of his would soon be lodged deep inside of her. Ignoring how wrong this was as her body quickly grew aroused as she traced every muscle of his chest. Leaning her back against his chest once Drake had spun her around. Rubbing her ass against his hard cock, wondering how many times in a day he could get it up. Biting her lip, feeling his hands slipping beneath her shirt, to how he pushed her bra up before his hands took command of her 38C breasts. Trying to remember when the last time Mario fondled her that wasn't outside of the bedroom like Drake was doing at that moment. Gooseflesh raced along her skin as the palm of his right hand moved along her stomach, biting her lip as it slipped inside of her jeans and underwear. Her voice stammered from the light teasing he was doing as the pad of two of his fingers ran along her dew-laden labia. Reaching up, wrapping her arm around Drake's neck while her heart hammered in her chest as his lips plucked lightly down the left side of her neck.

Whimpering as he sank a finger into her hot pussy, her eyes rolled in her head when Drake teased her clit, feeling how it was throbbing like mad, yearning to feel his lips wrapped around it. Without thinking, lifting her shirt off from her shoulders and dropping it to the floor, her bra soon joined it. The snap of her jeans was overshadowed by the music as she took the next step in cuckolding Mario. Slipping out of her shoes, feeling his wet fingers leaving a trail of her sex along her trimmed bush as she felt that hard body of his backing away. Peering behind her, her nipples hardened into sharp peaks as she watched how his shirt moved along those taut muscles of his as he pulled it over his head and tossed it onto the chair that sat beside the couch in her living room. Fumbling with her own pants as her eyes couldn't look away from that hard root as it protruded out before Drake when his pants and underwear hit the floor telling her this was really about to happen.

"Please, Drake," laying on the couch, spreading her legs showing how eager her cunt was for his tongue and cock, "please taste me, something your father rarely does," Idin pleaded. Feeling her juices running down her ass crack as she held her labia apart. Her back arched off the back of the couch. Her right hand reached up over her head and gripped the armrest while her other clamped around her mouth. Squeezing her thighs together as she came hard on his tongue. Her mind was in a state of bliss as Drake failed to stop. Her stomach rolled as her next orgasm was starting to build. "Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Yes, yes, yes, right there?!" Idin's muffled scream could be heard from behind her hand. Her eyes darted down then up to him as Drake laid his hard cock on her mons Venus showing her just what was about to happen. Nodding her head that she was ready.

Idin's jaw inched lower, her breath was stolen as Drake's girth continued to spread her pussy wider and wider than ever before. Her hands gripped the back and seat cushion of the couch as she mouthed: 'Fuck me!' For the past ten minutes Idin struggled to keep her moans from filling her house as Drake took her over the edge and back. Now she knew why her friends were so dreamy-eyed whenever they spoke about him. She knew her cream was plastered onto his cock. How could it not be? It was the biggest cock she's ever had before, and it was fucking sublime, at least Idin thought it was. Burying her face into the small square pillow that normally rests in the corner of the couch, screaming holy mur*er into it as Drake pounded her from behind. Hearing how sloppy wet she was as his cock was coated in her nectar with every thrust of his hips.

Her breasts bounced as she impaled herself on her stepson's cock as she rode him hard on the couch so Drake could rest. Feeling and hearing her ass cheeks clapping as they slapped against his thighs. Smiling wickedly in her mind at how thick the scent of her sex hung in the air of her home. Knowing the moment Mario returned, he would be met with it, how she couldn't wait to see the look on his face as he did. Madly kissing Drake, feeling his cock ready to erupt, wondering how Iliana would take the news that her son had creampied her. After all, now that she's experienced what Drake had swinging between his legs, she wasn't about to go without. Slamming hard down to the base of his root, feeling his cum flooding her thirty-eight-year-old pussy, wondering if she was going to get pregnant once again. A devious smile formed her lips at the thought of Mario raising his own son's child. Sucking Drake's cock clean, knowing Becky would be getting her turn within a few minutes.

"Thank you, Drake, that was more than I ever thought it would be," Idin said in a dreamy voice as she peered up at Drake from her kneeling position. "Anytime you want me, all you have to do is command me. I'm yours now."

"And Dad?"

"The fool will never again touch my body. It's only for you and this fat cock of yours," Idin stated as her hand ran along his deflating wet cock.

"And how do you plan on keeping him from fleeing like he did three years ago?"

"Oh, you just let me worry about that; he can't get far on only two hundred a week," Idin said with a wicked grin on her lips. "Plus, if he wants to keep that fancy VP job he so had to have, he won't be leaving ever. He'll probably think that if he lets me have this, we'll go back to the way things were."

"And will it?"

"Hell no! His days of cheating are over, as well as any hopes of ever getting that little dick of his off. I'll see to that. After I've had this in me, there's no way Mario will ever be able to get me off again, nor do I want him to," Idin said, smiling up at Drake, feeling his cum dripping down onto the floor. "Now you go on and rest in Becky's room; I'll send her right down. Just don't hurt her with this big thing of yours," she stated with a taunting smirk as she rose on unsteady legs. Showing off her ass to him as she picked up her clothes, leaving her panties laying on the couch for Mario to see when he came home. To show him that she was no longer his loving wife, on paper, yes, in bed, she belonged to Drake.

Drake reached over in his half-asleep state, his hand falling on his phone as the alarm went off, awakening him from his nap. His mind cleared as he realized he wasn't in his room nor his own house. Glancing over when he felt a firm pair of breasts pressing against him. Feeling Becky's naked body against his as she had a sweet smile on her face.

"Sorry, I just couldn't help myself when I saw you sleeping so soundly," Becky said sweetly, dragging her breasts along his chest as she placed a passionate kiss on his lips. "I'll get out of your hair so you can get ready for work. Thank you for being with me. I've missed feeling you inside of me. Please, don't let it be so long before you fuck my brains out again," she whispered, placing a kiss over his heart before slipping out of his bed. Allowing him to watch as she walked naked out of his room and to her own. She wouldn't have done either if her father was home. The only one deserving of seeing her tight, naked, eighteen-year-old body was Drake.

Drake's head pulled back from the hot stream of water when he heard shouting as he was in the midst of showering. Knowing his father had just come home. Smirking to himself as he washed his face, knowing his father had just learned that he was once again bested by one of the sons he had abandoned.

"You miserable ingrate!" Mario roared as he stomped towards his son as Drake emerged from his room fully clothed in one of his best Italian suits.

"Did you really think after three years and the shit you pulled on my mother that we'd be one big happy family?" Drake snickered. "No, old man, I only came here to destroy you, like you tried and failed to do with my mother." Noting the rage in his father's eyes as his words sank into his grey matter. Looking down when his father took hold of the left lapel of his suit jacket, "I would let go before you hurt yourself, old man," he warned. "We wouldn't want Regan to see who you truly are, now would we?" Yet that didn't stop his father from rearing back his left hand to launch his punch at his son. Only to watch his father stumble backwards down the hall holding his nose in his hands as his blood dripped down onto the floor.

Hearing his father's breath vacating his lungs rapidly as his knee found its home in his father's gut. "How does it feel knowing you've once again been made into a cuck by your own son?" Drake whispered, seeing the wicked grin on Idin's face as she watched on as he dominated his father. "How does it feel knowing your woman loved the orgasms I gave her?" Hearing the pain in his father's voice as his punch landed squarely on his father's left kidney. "How does it feel knowing she loved the feel of my cock fucking the shit out of her? How does it feel knowing your daughter can't get enough of it? How does it feel knowing you are no longer the man of this house? This is my house now, and your woman is mine, aren't you?" he asked, peering at Idin when he had his father on his knees, holding Mario by tufts of his hair.

"Yes, Drake, I'm your woman, I'm your slut, anytime you want to fuck me, all you have to do is say so," Idin nodded, "and you, you lying, cheating toad. I hate to admit it, but Iliana was right; you'll always be a lying, cheating toad. And don't you ever think you can run from me. Drake knows a lot of people; it won't take much to find you. If you run, I wonder how long it will be until you're a missing person." Grinning madly at the shocked eyes of her husband. "So here's how it's going to be from now on. You'll continue to go to your job, ensuring that your children and I are well taken care of, and I may, I say may," holding up a finger, "let you see me naked once or twice a year because I'm never going to let you fuck me again! Even if I did allow that, I doubt I'd ever feel you after being so stretched out by your son."

"Becky?! What are you doing?!" Mario spoke, watching his daughter handing his wife a black plastic bag.

"Helping my mother deal with a cheater," Becky spat. "I should have seen it. You'll never change. Maybe with this, you will."

"Can you hold him still for a moment?" Idin asked, looking over at Drake, who nodded. Her nails cut through the flimsy cardboard holding the device that would ensure her husband could never again use that dick of his other than to piss out of. Smiling evilly at her husband as his eyes took note of the cock cage in his wife's hand, Noting the rows of spikes that lined the inside of the device. His face went pale as Idin told him what would happen to his little cock if he tried to fiddle with the lock as the blades that were embedded in the base of it sprung out when Idin tugged on the lock. "You should have never crossed me, Mario. You will never again use this thing you call a dick in anyone, namely me, ever again." Handing Becky the device she had gone out and picked up while Drake was enjoying his nap.

The sound of Mario's belt slapping as Idin roughly pulled it out of the loops of his pants. Roughly shoving his pants and underwear down as Mario tried to struggle free from his son's grip, only to whine in pain as Drake placed his knee against his spine while holding his arms out and back, feeling the strain on his shoulders. Hissing at the coldness of the metal as Idin fitted him with the device, moaning out in pain when Idin squeezed his balls hard before they, too, were caged in the solid metal lattice. Feeling the spikes poking at his soft member as Idin tightened the device down before locking him forever in place. "Here, as the new man of this house, you should have this key," Idin said, holding it out to Drake as he released his grip on his father.

"And what am I supposed to do with this?" Drake asked curiously.

"Give it to my sister, tell her it's something I hope will repair the damage I caused her. Tell her she can do whatever she wants with it since Mario's fate, at least his balls, are in her hands," Idin said, seeing her husband's body stilling, knowing Iliana would never let him go free. Stepping up to him, leaning in, making Mario watch as she passionately kissed Drake. "You have a good night at work. You just let me worry about this putz on the floor. Do tell Regan goodbye before you leave. You know she looks up to her big brother," she uttered in a shy tone as she backed away.

"I'll get her, Drake. I already put your bags in your car for you," Becky said in a loving, sisterly tone, brushing her hair behind her ear. The light flashed along her bracelet as she did, knowing she was his slut now too.

"Hey, gremlin," Drake teased when Becky carried Regan into the living room. Seeing how she puffed out her cheeks at the nickname he had given her before giggling as he tickled her side.

"You leaving?" Regan asked in a sad voice.

"Afraid so," Drake nodded.

"You coming back to see me soon, right?" Regan inquired with curious eyes.

"I was thinking, I have Tuesday off. How about I take you to the zoo? Would you like that?" Drake asked, watching Regan's eyes widen, how her smile stretched ear to ear, her head nodding vehemently that she would really like that. "Then it's a date," he said, leaning in, placing a kiss on his little sister's right cheek, feeling how her arms slipped around his neck as she hugged him goodbye. Drake didn't escape the exchange without a full-on kiss from Becky, making her father watch how she savored the feel of Drake's lips on hers.

"I'll make sure she's ready on Tuesday," Idin said, laying her arm along Drake's shoulder as she escorted him towards the door. "I thank you, Drake, she's been wanting to go, but your father is a dingus that's never saw to her needs. We'll take my car since yours isn't big enough, alright?"

"Sure," Drake nodded. "Make sure my house is clean when I return," he ordered in a dismissive tone as he stared at his broken father. "That's all you're good for now. You best make that money like the good little cuck you are, for my sisters' sake. Don't make me have to repeat this day. You will not come out on top," Drake threatened before walking out the door.

Later that night, in Drake's living room...

"What's this?" Iliana asked, holding a small brass key in the palm of her hand where Drake had laid it after he had gotten home from work. Feeling her twins pressing in on either side of her as they too stared at it in confusion, who had stayed up with her to wait for Drake to get home before she and Drake retired to their bedroom.

"The key to Dad's cock cage," Drake said matter-of-factly.

"His what... huh?!" Iliana's mind just couldn't comprehend what her son had just told her.

"Well, you know how you wanted me to make her my slut?"

"Of course," Iliana nodded. "Don't tell me... you broke the bitch?!"

"Little bit," Drake answered, seeing the smile on his mother's lips widening. "So Dad thought to fight me after I made him a cuck once again."

"Really? Dad?" Franklin asked in disbelief.

"He tried, but well, it didn't go his way. So I had to beat it into him that I wasn't there to be his son, only to destroy the man that hurt my mother so much," Drake stated, seeing his mother's cheeks heating and how moisture filled her eyes as she gazed at him.

"Oh, baby," Iliana sighed, feeling Franklin and Aydin rubbing her back.

"So I held him as Aunt Idin put his cage on him. Get this, if he tries to fiddle with the lock there are blades in its base that will cut it off," Drake spoke, grinning madly at how his mother burst out laughing.

"Really?!" Iliana asked between breaths.

"Really, saw it myself," Drake nodded.

"But why did she give you this?"

"She said she hopes, with this, it will help to at least repair some of the damage she caused to you. Also saying that you now hold Dad's fate, well the fate of his balls, in your hands."

"Aydin, go get me the hammer," Iliana commanded, knowing exactly what she was going to do. Never again was her ex-husband ever going to be released from that device. "Come on, you two, no time like the present," she said in an evil tone as she rose from her seat. "Drake, get out your phone and video call that slut of yours," Iliana spoke as she snuggled up to her man as they waited on Aydin to come up from their half-basement where their water heater, along with their washer and dryer, was stored.

"Drake?! It's late. Why are you calling me?" Idin asked in a groggy tone.

"Wake the cuck up. Mom wants him to see something," Drake commanded.

"Okay, hold on," Idin yawned. Seeing his mother smile cruelly as she watched Idin slapping Mario awake. "Wake up, cuck, the man of this house wants you to see something. Go ahead, Drake."

"Hello, you slimy toad, I hear you're finally getting what's coming to you," Iliana spat. "How did it feel knowing Drake has made your wife into his slut now?"

"I loved it! My pussy has never felt so full in my life before!" Idin gushed.

"How does it feel knowing you will never, ever get out of that thing without that little dick of yours being cut off in the process?" Iliana asked, seeing Mario scowling yet said nothing, grinning evilly into the camera as she turned to Aydin. "Aydin, baby, you're big and strong. Could you do your mother a little favor?'

"Sure, Mom, anything you want," Aydin nodded.

"Then I want you to pound this key into nothing but a flat piece of metal, so your father can never escape his prison,"

"Iliana, please..."

"Shut up, you piece of human trash!" Iliana snapped. Laughing wickedly as Mario's wail came over the line as Aydin hammered the key into oblivion. "Now go back to bed like the little cuck you are, knowing not once but twice now your sons have usurped you in and out of the bedroom. And trust me, Mario, you were never that good of a fuck like my boys are. I hope you enjoy your eternal punishment," she stated, grinning madly at the phone as she waved goodbye to his prospects of ever getting laid again. Listening to Mario's breakdown as her sister left the room she had forced him into. "Idin, tomorrow night, we're going to put those whoring holes of yours to use."

"What now?" Idin muttered, confused.

"A slut like you has no say in the matter; just be glad I'm talking to you," Iliana stated, narrowing her eyes at her sister. "I plan on truly and completely breaking that man."

"Alright, but what about Regan? I don't want her here during it."

"Then have Becky take her somewhere for an hour or two while we show your worthless husband how much of a slut you are."

"Yes, Iliana, I'll be ready."

"Good, now I need to get my man to bed. Unlike yours, he's a better man," Iliana said, reaching forward and ending the call. "Boys," looking at her twins, "would you do me one teeny-tiny favor?"

"Sure, Mom, you know we'll do anything you need... within reason," Franklin said, sharing a nod with his brother.

"Have the two of you fucked Emma lately?"

"No, she's been busy," Aydin said sheepishly, rubbing the back of his head.

"Good, because I want the two of you to fuck the shit out of that slut in front of your deadbeat cuck of a father. Can you do that for me?" Iliana asked, looking at the both of them.

"You sure?"

"Mmmhmm," Iliana nodded. "It's not enough that he knows Drake fucked the bitch. He needs to see those he's tossed away taking everything from him once again," she stated firmly.

"You sure she's going to be able to feel us? I mean, Drake did just fuck her?!" Aydin spoke, not liking the chuckle that got out of his little brother.

"Then you don't have to worry about loosening her up with those big cocks of yours," Iliana cooed, caressing her twins' faces. "I know the moment that bitch has the both of you in her, she's going to be nothing but a cum slut for the two of you. You don't mind letting the boys use your slut while you're at school, do you?"

"No, but you stay away from Becky," Drake said sternly.

"I... yes, Drake," Franklin quipped, seeing the look in his brother's eyes, remembering the fight that left him with a sore jaw and busted pride.

"But you make sure that cuck is there watching every time. He needs to pay for hurting this family," Drake stated, squeezing his mother into him before leading her towards the stairs with a happy smile on her face.

"Damn, you ever hear Drake talk like that?" Franklin's voice drifted out of the kitchen as Drake, and his mother started their ascent.

"No one fucks with my woman and gets away with it, ain't that right, Mom?" Drake spoke, looking down at her.

"Mmmhmm," Iliana hummed as she squeezed her son tighter to her. "Now come on, you have a big night tomorrow. You have to look your best for the Mayor," she said with a sneaky smile.​