My Son the Gigolo

bysoul71©

My Son the Gigolo

By

Soul71

Thanks to WAA01 for the edits

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Chapter One.

Drake Lucian stood in his mother's bathroom with her soiled panties wrapped around his cock. His small frame was highlighted by the overhead bathroom light. He has always been attracted to his mother. How could he not be; his mother was the hottest woman he has ever known! With her dark red hair, her stunning green eyes, to her 36D breasts, he learned from her bra tags, to the way her ass moved beneath the skirts and tight pants she wore. The way her alluring hips called out to him to take hold of them as he fucked her from behind. Plus, there was the fact that she has been sleeping with his two older brothers. So, it wasn't too farfetched that he would be joining them. However, that wasn't the case as Drake soon found out.

"God damn it! Drake how many times have I told you to stop masturbating using my panties!" Iliana hissed at her son. Her foot stomped as her eyes looked in disgust at the sight before her. She did love her youngest son, yet he wasn't as handsome nor built like her other two sons. He was far too thin, too frail, and his unruly hair kept her eyes from noticing what her son was packing. If she did, then maybe, just maybe, their lives would have been different.

Drake felt ten inches tall as his brothers had wandered in and was snickering as his mother berated him. He didn't think he could feel much smaller than he did at that moment. However, how the Fates can be so cruel.

"When will you get it through your head Drake? I will not now, nor will I ever sleep with you," Iliana growled growing red in the face. "Why would I when you don't even have an ounce of what your brothers do?! Now get out of my damn bathroom! You're grounded for the rest of the month!" she shouted as she pointed to the door. "You can wait outside and listen as real men fuck me," Iliana sneered. While she did enjoy how he looked at her, still that didn't mean she was going to fuck him. She had her other two strapping, handsome sons for that.

Iliana eased off her middle son's cock as she heard the front door slam. Returning Aidyn's cock back to her mouth as she shrugged her shoulders. Moaning as Franklin thrust his cock into her wet cunt. She'll apologize to Drake once he came home. She didn't want to hurt her child, yet he wasn't like his brothers, and Iliana did love having two available hard cocks eager to fuck her at any given time. Her husband knew all about it as well. Hence why he was never around anymore. Mario no longer felt the need to come home to her any longer. Iliana did still love him, however, he no longer loved her when he walked in on her and Franklin one night. She knew divorce was coming, Mario only stayed married to her until Drake was out of school and went off to college. If Mario didn't want her any longer she knew two muscle bound sons that wanted their mother's pussy.

"That little bastard," Iliana hissed as Drake ended her call before it ever went through as she stood in the kitchen making her children dinner.

"Don't worry about Drake he'll come home," Franklin said, sharing a laugh with his younger brother. "He always does. How else is he going to sniff your panties?"

"True," Iliana cooed before flashing her son a smile.

"Anyway, forget about him, let's finish up dinner and head back for some more fun," Aidyn said, smirking coyly at his mother.

"Mmm..." Iliana hummed as her hips swayed as she sauntered over to her middle son. "As tempting as that is, you have school work to do, as do you," she said, caressing Aidyn's cheek as she looked upon her fraternal twins. Knowing that once their college started back up in the fall she was going to miss them dearly. Although, it was a good thing that she had talked them into attending the college only an hour away from their town. That way they and she could be together as much as they could given their sports schedules and course loads. "I don't want to hear that you failed your exams all because you couldn't keep you mind or your cocks off of mama's ass and tits," Iliana teased her sons as she walked back over to the stove.

Iliana and her sons were having a cheery time as they lounged in the living room as she teased her sons to no end, just like they did to her. Yet her mind was troubled. Her youngest son had yet to come home. It had been three hours since Drake had stormed off. Maybe she shouldn't have said that to her son, however, she was tired of finding her underwear soiled with his cum. She wouldn't have minded if he actually washed them after he was done with them and not throwing them back into the hamper to get ruined.

******

Drake groaned at his sore muscles as he slogged his weary body home. If his mother didn't want him like he wanted her, then he was going to make her want him so bad that she'd beg for it. He just hoped the gym he just signed onto would give him the results he needed. Then there was the ad in the paper, not the ones that you see on newsstands, but of the adult kind. He knew if he wanted to make his mother want him, lust for him, then he would need to learn how to seduce older women. He just hoped the woman he had talked to would give him the chance to earn that skill. Plus, if he made a lot of money doing it all the more better. Opening the mail box wondering if his acceptance letter to Cornell or the other two architecture schools he had applied too showed up while he was gone. Drake was at one point going to stay close to home, yet that thought went out of his mind when his mother said those words. His eyes lit up at the three envelopes from Cornell, Rice, and North Dakota State.

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Iliana turned in her seat as she heard the front door opening. She watched as Drake tossed two envelopes into the trash before the rest of the mail thumped onto the small, rectangle table that sat close to the door where they normally set the mail or packages on. Her green eyes ran down his shirt noting the sweat stains and the salty residue surrounding them. She wondered just what he's been doing. As she started to speak, Drake uncharacteristically walked off without a word or a leer at her. Her eyebrows rose at the sound of her son's bedroom door slamming shut.

"Seems the baby is still pouting," Franklin chuckled as he watched his mother walking over to the trash bin.

Iliana ignored how her son whistled at her as she bent over as she plucked the two envelopes out of the wastebasket. "Unopened?! Why did he throw them away if he didn't read them?" she asked herself as she turned them over in her hand. Her nail cut through the thin paper; her eyes widened in glee as her son had gotten in. Still, the question remained: Why? Why had Drake thrown them away before even reading them? Granted she didn't like the nine hour trek to Houston, or the sixteen hour car ride to North Dakota, that was still closer to her than across the country. "Drake?!" Iliana called out as she started to climb the stairs. "We need to..." Her words stilled as Drake walked bare chested from his room to the bathroom he and his brothers shared without a word to her. Her temper was starting to rise as he shut the bathroom door forcibly. Walking into his bedroom, she was about to lay the letters on his bed so they could talk about why he threw them away, however, that was until she saw the letter from Cornell.

"Oh hell no!" Iliana hissed as she read down the sheet of paper. Her son was not, was not, going to go to New York! She could deal with him going to Rice or North Dakota, but not New York City. "Drake! Drake! Open this door, right now!" she shouted as the palm of her hand beat upon the door.

"What?" Drake asked coldly, standing in nothing but a towel.

"When were you going to tell me about this?!" Iliana inquired, incensed as she waved the Cornell acceptance letter in the air.

"I wasn't," Drake said, plainly.

"You just can't run off to New York and not tell me!" Iliana yelled.

"Why not?" Drake asked, bewildered.

"I'm you mother! You should have told me about this!" Iliana said, her finger tapped the letter.

"I don't see what the problem is," Drake said, aloofly.

"Well, I do! Me and your father are not going to pay for you to live a thousand miles across the country when you can get just as good as an education at these," Iliana said, holding up his other letters in her right hand.

"I didn't ask you to, if you bothered to read it then you would have seen were I got a full ride. So, I won't be needing you, or your money for college," Drake said, closing the bathroom door so he could take a shower.

"Drake," her hand rested on the door stopping it from closing, "about earlier..."

"Save it, you stated your mind very articulately. You don't want me, and I sure as Hell don't want you now. Now, is there anything else? Otherwise you're wasting hot water," Drake said, pointedly.

******

Chapter Two.

And so, the Lucian household wasn't as fun or as warm as it once had been as the months passed. Iliana saw less and less of her son as the days wore on. Some days she thought Drake was a ghost with the lack of time he spent at home. Some days he didn't get home until five in the morning. She did worry about him, namely with all the late nights he'd been adding up. When he was still in high school it only happened during the weekends, yet the moment he graduated his nights and some days were packed to the point she had to schedule a time just to have a chat with him. Those chats were not as fortuitous as she might have hoped. When Drake had put a lock on his door, and the odd new clothes she had seen him carrying into his room, and that brand new car. She had to put her foot down.

"Drake what is going on with you?!" Iliana asked worriedly, as she finally got a moment alone with her youngest son as he walked in at the crack of dawn on Monday morning. Her eyes ran down his baggy clothes. She knew they were not the ones he left in the night before. She had noticed the smell of cologne drifting out of his room whenever she passed it. Something that she thought her son would never wear, at least not the kind that would spark her interest. Yet those clothes of his, the way he carried himself, this was not how her son acted months ago, and with him leaving in two weeks she doubted she'd ever get another chance to find out. "First the late hours, the new clothes, and that car!"

"What about it?" Drake asked, as he spun his keyring around his finger.

"How did you pay for it? I know it wasn't through me, was it your father?" Iliana asked, studying her son intently. His once unruly, black with red natural highlights, hair was gone, now replaced by something that framed his face so perfectly. His face had lost some of its sunkenness that'd plagued him since childhood. What parts of his body she could see like his neck, forearms, and calves looked more toned than she remembered. She had forgotten when the last time was she had seen him shirtless. Every time she tried to get him into the pool with them Drake blew her off. While now her panties went unmolested she kind of missed seeing his spunk marring her undergarments.

"No. Why do you care how I paid for my car?" Drake asked, in a monotone voice.

"I care Drake! I'm your mother, I'm always going to care about you," Iliana said, in shock. No longer seeing the lustful look in his eyes he'd had since he was sixteen. "You aren't dealing drugs are you? Is that why you've been buying those fancy clothes? Is that how you paid for that car?" Iliana was fuming when Drake answered his phone in the middle of their conversation.

"Oh? Is that so?" Iliana's fist curled into a ball as Drake stood with his back to her as he spoke like she wasn't even there. "An hour? For you make it five bills. Okay, eleven o'clock it is."

"Just who the hell was that?!" Iliana growled growing red in the face.

"A friend of mine," Drake said offhandedly, as he walked past his mother.

"I'm not done talking to you Drake!" Iliana sneered as she took hold of her son's wrist. Her eyes went wide in shock as she felt the strength of his hand as he forcefully removed her hand.

"But I'm done talking to you," Drake uttered before heading to his room.

"Morning Mom," Aidyn yawned as he walked down the steps. "Seems Drake finally came home," he said, as he moved up to his mother. With Franklin at his last week of football camp before their college started back he had his mother all to himself, and he was loving every minute of it. Watching how his mother's cheeks reddened as he slid his arms around her. He couldn't believe his father would willingly walk out on their mother. Sure, he could understand how he would be upset about finding her and Franklin, he was in the bathroom taking a break at the time, fucking. Still, he didn't blame his mother for liking to share her body with them. Yet once his father found out about him as well he and Franklin were pretty much dead to their father. If his father didn't want anything to do with them, his loss, at least to Aidyn's thinking. "What's wrong Mom?" Aidyn asked, after getting in his morning kiss.

"I'm worried about your brother. Something isn't right, I can feel it," Iliana said, looking into her son's eyes.

"Well... he obviously isn't going to talk to me about it," Aidyn said, knowing what his mother was going to ask.

"You aren't doing anything today are you?" Iliana asked, knowing he wasn't.

"No, why?" Aidyn asked, arching an eyebrow. Hoping it wouldn't interfere with his day of sunbathing.

"Drake is going somewhere at eleven, and I want you to follow him. I need to know what he's doing and if it's illegal to stop him before he gets caught," Iliana said, hugging her son tightly, hoping Drake wasn't doing what she thought he was doing. "Also if you can sneak into his room when he's getting ready see what he's hiding in there. Can you do that for me?"

"Sure Mom," Aidyn said, rubbing his mother's back. Rolling his eyes at the task before him, hoping he wasn't wasting his time. If he was then he'll make his little brother pay.

"Good. Thank you, baby. I left some pancakes in the microwave, and some bacon. Make sure you leave some for your brother if he wants some," Iliana said, kissing her son. She knew Drake hadn't had a meal with them in ages, yet she always set a plate out for her son should he venture down during their meal. It almost felt like how Mario was distancing himself from her. She never told her children of the photos he had sent her the day after he left. Where she cried as her sister had her husband's cock in her mouth. With the tag: 'I warned you sister, the moment you fucked up he would be mine.' Now they both were in the Far East and no telling when or if they ever would come back. Iliana didn't know if she could live with herself if her son pushed her away like his father had done. "I have to go get ready for work," Iliana said, placing a loving kiss on her son's left cheek.

Hanging her head as she sighed once the doorknob refused to turn. It seemed to her what little contact Drake had with her was all he wanted from her. Had what she said months ago really hurt her son so much that he was cutting himself off from her? That's what it seemed like to her, and she hated it! It wasn't like she didn't try to apologize to him. Yet Drake didn't want to hear a word of it. Granted she wasn't attracted to him then, however now, while she was worried, she couldn't help but feel that little tingle she got whenever she looked at her youngest son.

******

Aidyn was in his room wasting time as he waited for his brother's alarm to go off. He knew his brother well enough, if he was meant to be somewhere at a given time then he would be up and about an hour before then. A smile lifted the corners of his lips as Drake's alarm went off at ten o'clock sharp. Getting to his feet as he heard his brother's door opening, taking his phone off his desk as he heard Drake racing towards the bathroom. Slipping out of his bedroom once the bathroom door closed. Listening to the rustle of the shower curtain and the squeak of the knobs before the sound of the water filled his ears.

Dialing his mother's phone, "Okay, I'm in, what do you want me to look for?" Aidyn whispered once he put the phone on speaker.

"Anything out of the ordinary. Drugs mainly. Drake can't afford to buy a new car on minimum wage. So he has to be dealing. If so, we have to stop him."

"Okay," snapping photos as he walked around his brother's room, "Mom I don't think drug dealers are going to plays or the opera for that matter," Aidyn said, he noted the play bills that lined his brother's dresser.

"Show me!" Sending all the photos he had taken; Aidyn was smart enough not to touch anything as he snapped off a picture of his brother's new wardrobe. "What is it?!" Iliana asked, as she heard her son whistle.

"Oh, just two empty boxes of condoms in the trash and a half empty one in his drawer," Aidyn stated.

"And you don't see any used ones there?" Iliana asked, knowing how weird it had been that she hadn't caught her son masturbating somewhere in her house, namely in her bathroom.

"Not a single one," Aidyn admitted. Slipping out of his brother's room and quietly walking back to his. Easing his door closed so his brother wouldn't think something was up.

"Oh my god! How can he afford a hundred dollar shirt much less a whole closet full of them?!" Iliana exclaimed as she zoomed in on the price tag still attached to the sleeve of a shirt as she studied the photo of Drake's wardrobe. "And those shoes! Where is he getting all this money from?!" Iliana had a dozen tabs open on her office computer as she typed in the name brands of the shirts and shoes, and the plays she could read on the covers of the bills that were on his dresser. She didn't want to know how much they all cost him. Slumping back into her chair, this wasn't what she had thought.

She thought Drake had fallen into a bad crowd and couldn't get out of it, or if he even wanted to. She so wasn't expecting this! Her eyes couldn't look away as her son's image filled the screen as the website for one of the plays had posted pictures of their opening night. There he was arm in arm with this blonde woman that appeared ten years older than she was. Iliana ignored how the woman flaunted her breasts at her son.

No. Her attention was on Drake, how good he looked in that black suit. How it sat so proudly on his shoulders. Sitting up straight in her chair as she zoomed in, she could have sworn she saw how his bicep caused his suit jacket to contour to it. She pondered on when was the last time someone had dressed up for her, looked as good for her as her son did in that picture. She didn't even know he owned a suit!

"Mom?!"

"Yes honey?" Iliana couldn't believe she was getting aroused as she gazed at her youngest son.

"You got quiet there for a minute," Aidyn said, pocketing his motorcycle keys.

"Sorry, I'm just simply at a lost on what to do about Drake," Iliana lied as she noted the look in her son's eyes as he smiled at that blonde woman. It was the same look he had when he would look at her. How she missed it. Her sons were good in bed, but that was about it. She knew they had no romantic feelings for her, and at that time it was okay. Yet now, with her world crashing down around her, she simply wanted someone to hold her. To tell her everything will be alright, and she had that before she said those hurtful words to her son. Biting her lip as she recounted the times Drake had spooned her when she asked. The feel of his cock against her ass as he held her as she drifted off to sleep.

"He's leaving." Aidyn's words snapped her out of her wandering thoughts.

"Okay, be careful, and don't let Drake see you," Iliana said, before ending the call.

******

"Idiot," Drake muttered as he saw his brother's black Yamaha tailing him. Not that he cared, where he was going Aidyn wouldn't be allowed in. He knew he could continue doing this line of work as he sped down the highway towards the upscale part of the city. Where most of his clientele were located. They were the only ones that could actually afford his nightly rate. When his Madam had informed him that she had a branch in New York and once he got there and settled in his nights would be full. Drake was always eager to take rich women's money. It wasn't his fault that their husbands would rather play golf or some other thing that they always complained about instead of servicing their own wives.

And so, he was called to fill in the vacuum. Drake honestly didn't think this would work out as well as it had. After sixty dates and at two thousand a pop (Sex as his Madam had told him was strictly after the date, what they did once he was off the clock she had no control over. Which netted him another two grand), he had seventy-five grand left in the bank after buying his Audi A6. The women could afford it, who was he to complain. At first he did feel dirty at selling himself like this.

However, once his Madam had taught him in and out of the bedroom, as she calls it 'sampling the goods' she had put him right to work. Drake had no idea how many women wanted a post-virgin (Something his Madam saw to), eighteen-year-old lining their beds. Whatever the reason it was after his first date, his name got around, so now unless he was called directly by a very few of the women that were his regulars, his Madam would call him directly, he could always hear the smile in her voice as she went on about how so and so asked about him. Even at fifty-five she hadn't lost her touch as she rode him all night long to instill the techniques he would need.

The charm and flirtatious nature of his work persona took time to master. Yet by the time he had finished high school he had the women he 'dated' so aroused he could ring out the juices from their panties. And so, he took steps to hide his new developing body from his mother and siblings. When the time came to put his plan into action he wanted the shock and awe. Plus, when his mother was putty in his hands he would turn her down just like she did to him, he couldn't think of a better revenge than that after what she said to him months ago.

Pulling up to the front gate of Kaleigh's gated community. Rolling down his window as the guard stepped out of her booth. Noticing how Aidyn was parked a few hundred feet or so down the road. Handing the woman his license, knowing that he would be let through, he was a constant visitor after all. Smiling warmly at the woman as the gate rolled open, knowing this would be an easy five hundred bucks. His Madam frowned on these sorts of spontaneous meetings since it cut her out of the loop and her money as well. Hence why he only gave his number to a very few. Chuckling to himself as he pulled through the gate leaving his brother behind.

******

"Mom?!" Aidyn's voice carried his befuddlement.

"What is it Aidyn? Did you find out where Drake was heading to?" Iliana whispered into her phone so her coworkers wouldn't over hear her as they walked past her cubical.

"You won't believe me if I tell you, so... I took pictures," Aidyn said, with a cocky smirk.

"What the fu..." Iliana caught herself as she stared at the picture that her son had just sent to her. She could not believe Drake's car was sitting in front of one of the most luxurious communities in the city.

"That's what I said when he pulled up, and he drove right in too."

"He what?! They let him in?!" Iliana just couldn't fathom this news. Just what was her son doing? Who was giving him all these things that were so far out of her price range due to caring for three, well two boys, Drake had stopped asking her for anything months ago. Who was it that was giving her boy all these items, and who was it that bought his car? Surely, her son didn't pay fifty thousand dollars for a car himself that was just... preposterous!

There was just no way in hell that her eighteen-year-old son had that kind of money, there was just no way! "Aidyn, head home, I don't want you getting into any trouble with the police for loitering. I'll deal with Drake when I get home tonight."

"Okay, you sure you don't want me to wait?" Aidyn asked, hoping to spend the rest of the afternoon baking in the sun and flirting with the neighbors.

"Yes, go home Aidyn. And stop hitting on Mrs. Rothberg, I won't save your skin this time if her husband catches you," Iliana warned as she ended the call.

******

Iliana sighed in relief at finally making it home. The rest of the afternoon her mind just wouldn't let go of what her youngest son was doing in that kind of neighborhood. Placing her hand on the hood of Drake's car seeing if he had just gotten home or if he's been here for some time. It wasn't hot like it should be if he had just got home. She wondered just when did he get home?

"Aidyn, Drake, I'm home!" Iliana called out as she slipped out of her flats. She only wore plain, drab clothes to work to cut down on the men hitting on her. She had plenty of cock at home, she didn't need another one.

"Hey Mom!" Aidyn said, waving his arm over his head without bothering to get up from the couch.

Which only reinforced her memory of how Drake would always greet her with a hug and a kiss on the cheek when she got home every night. Even though she knew he only did it to feel her breasts brushing along his chest. Still, would it kill her middle child to get off his butt to greet his own mother?!

"Where's your brother?" Iliana asked, looking around the living room and into the kitchen. Other than the basketball game Aidyn was watching it was far too quiet with two boys in the house.

"He said something about going for a run or something like that," Aidyn said, shrugging his shoulders.

"Your brother, that skinny little kid... runs?" Iliana asked, in stunned shock.

"How would I know Mom, it isn't like me and Drake actually talk you know," Aidyn said, peering up at his mother as she stood behind him.

"But he's your brother, you two live in the same damn house, and your telling me the two of you don't talk?!"

"What can I say, we move in different crowds. I wouldn't know what to talk about with Drake, now if it was Franklin that would be different," Aidyn said, pulling his mother down, placing a long lingering kiss on her lips as he awkwardly hugged her. "You're really worried, aren't you?"

"Y-yes, your father is finally divorcing me and now with Drake's odd behavior I don't know what to do," Iliana said, nuzzling her son's neck.

"It's going to be okay Mom. Dad's an idiot for leaving," Aidyn said, lightly stroking the back of his mother's head. "As for Drake, maybe he's some sugar mama's play thing."

"Drake?! A sugar baby?! Really?" Iliana rolled her eyes at that thought. "Who would want...?" Her words died in her throat as she heard the front door opening. She knew it couldn't be Franklin, he wasn't due back from camp until Friday. "Drake, honey..." Her eyes took stock of her son: from his sweat glistening brow, the way he looked at her, how his chest heaved as his shirt clung to his chest, "No?! It can't be, I must be seeing things," she muttered to herself.

"What?" Drake asked, without an ounce of emotion in his voice.

"Why were you at Garden Hills this morning?"

"Why did you have him follow me?" Drake retorted as he nodded to his brother. "If you're going to follow someone pick a vehicle they don't know, just an fyi," he said, at his brother's shocked look. Aidyn wasn't known for his smarts.

"Because I was worried about you. I thought you were doing something you shouldn't be," Iliana said, taking a step forward only to see her son take a step back. How that hurt her, how the thought that her son didn't want to be near her stung like hell. "What have you got there?" she inquired, finally taking notice of the plastic bag.

"My dinner. Why?"

"But Drake, we haven't sat down together as a family in a very long time. I thought since you'd be leaving in two weeks we could at least have one before you do," Iliana said, sweetly.

"Uh-huh," Drake replied as he walked past his mother. "Don't you have your other two sons for that?" Not seeing Iliana's shocked eyes as he walked into the kitchen.

"Drake stop being an ass," Aidyn growled.

"No."

"Boys! Enough. I apologize Drake for making Aidyn follow you. I'm just worried that you're going to ruin your future," Iliana said, watching her son put away his groceries. "Honey, just what are you planning on making?" she asked, trying not to stare at her son's ass. She didn't remember it being so... firm.

"Pork cutlets, asparagus, and risotto," Drake said, matter-of-factly.

"Asparagus... Risotto... and since when do you know how to cook?!" Iliana said, surprised he was eating so healthy along with the fact he could cook.

"There is this thing called cooking classes, no sense in waking you up when I get home at two o' clock in the morning," Drake said, shutting the refrigerator door. Not letting on that he had taken them in case one of his clients wanted a stay at home kind of 'date'.

"But it's so clean in here in the morning," Iliana said, in awe.

"I do know how to clean up after myself, unlike some people in this house," Drake said, his left index finger pointed at his brother. He kept his smirk to himself as his mother mouthed 'Wow'.

"Way to throw me under the bus, bro," Aidyn groaned.

"Not like you haven't done it to me before," Drake said, shrugging his shoulders. "So we done with the twenty questions, I'd like to hit the shower," he stated gesturing to his sweaty clothes.

"Sure Drake," Iliana said, feeling her heart breaking when she couldn't find that spark in his eyes like she had seen up until she spoke those words to him. "I'm sorry," she whispered as her son left the room.

Drake was startled when he opened the bathroom door only to find his broad shouldered, older brother staring him down as he stood in his robe. Aidyn's arms were crossed showing off the muscles in his arms and his hard pectorals. Something he's always done to intimated his younger brother. Aidyn would soon find Drake wasn't as weak as he once was.

"Stop being an ass, you're pissing me off and making Mom cry. That shit isn't right Drake and you fucking know it. I don't know what is going on with you, but if you don't at least be more cordial to her than what you've been to this date, I will kick your ass, and your rich little friends won't be here to save you. Then Franklin will kick your ass. And if I didn't know better, you're trying to bulk up while keeping your weight down. I might be a jock but I'm not stupid," lightly punching his brother in the chest, "neither is Mom. Sooner or later she will find out what you've been up too. And if you don't tell her now, and if it's really bad, and she finds out she'll have your head. Stick with low weights and high reps if you want to keep that boyish figure. Oh, and for fuck sakes let her have dinner with you man, it's been two months since you sat down with her," Aidyn said, walking down the hall. "It isn't like you'll be around forever."

Drake scratched his head, wondering if his plan would allow for this. Pondering on how he could use this to get his mother to want him. A sinful thought inched his lips up into a wicked smile.

Iliana turned her head as she heard noise in the kitchen. Looking down as Aidyn nudged her leg. Giving her son a look that said: 'You sure?' to which Aidyn nodded.

Her fingertips lightly pressed on the molding of the open doorway between the living room and the kitchen. Her eyes falling upon her son's back was he stood over the sink. The sound of water splashing in the pot Drake was holding filled the room. Glancing down as his ass shook slightly. "Have his calves always been so defined?" Iliana asked herself as Drake used the front of his left foot to scratch his right calf.

"You care to join?" Drake asked, opening the door as he set the pot on the stove.

"Are you asking me to join you for dinner?" Iliana inquired, hopefully.

"I am if you're hungry," Drake said, with a sly smirk.

"I don't know Drake, I'm very picky about my risotto. I might have to stay and make sure you make it right," Iliana said, stepping into the kitchen.

"Suit yourself," Drake spoke as he took a glass dish out for the milk-egg mixture he uses for pork cutlets, and a Ziploc bag for the breading. "You can prep the asparagus," he said, once he got the milk cartoon and an egg out of the fridge.

"So, tell me Drake..." She felt her heart racing as her son brushed against her. The way his hand softly rested on her left hip as he removed the whisk from the drawer once he moved her slightly out of the way, "just where did you take your classes?"

"At school, and the local Y," Drake said, his breath was soft in his mother's ear. "Sorry, you were kind of in the way," he stated, slyly brushing his manhood along his mother's ass, not blatantly, yet just enough to arouse her curiosity.

Iliana's nose wiggle at the scent that drifted off her son's body. She didn't know why her cheeks were heating as her hands moved along the asparagus. Her mind raced as she tried to place the scent. Nonetheless, all she could discern was it smelled like cedar and citrus. Peering out of the corner of her eye as she watched her son mix the milk and egg together. She didn't move from her spot as Drake placed the whisk in the sink. The brush was light, yet she felt it. How could she not have noticed the change in her son? Turning to the left, her eyes studying her son's back side as his basketball shorts detailed it. Quickly turning back around as her son rose, she fought the urge to rub her thighs together, so glad she had a bra on to hide her hardening nipples.

"Guess I might as well use all of them," Drake muttered as he set the pack of four cutlets on the counter.

"Would that be so bad?" Iliana asked, peering at her son from the corner of her eye. "Okay, that's all done, now what else do you want me..."

"Out, too small a space for two people standing over the stove," Drake ordered nodding to the other side of the counter.

"He hasn't thrown me out yet, that's good," Iliana said, as she walked around him, pulling out the bar stool. Leaning on her arm as she watched in amazement as her son worked around her kitchen. She had forgotten what it was like to watch as someone else cooked a meal. She was normally the one who had to prepare it for her children, that was until a few months ago then it just became her and her twins sitting down and sharing bread. Her nose wiggled; her mouth watered as the fragrant smell filled her home as the cutlets sizzled in the pan. It didn't take long for Aidyn to make himself known. Giggling as Drake slapped his hand away when Aidyn tried to purloin one of the freshly pan fried cutlets.

"You want to eat my food, you eat all my food, or you can go hungry," Drake said, sternly.

Iliana fidgeted in her seat. She has never heard her son be so... cogent. Biting back her chuckle as Drake shooed his brother out of the kitchen. She didn't know who was shocked more, her or Aidyn, when Drake said that. She just shrugged her shoulders when Aidyn looked at her; she wasn't about to miss out on this. Iliana wanted to taste the meal that was made by her son's own hands.

"So Drake," her eyes watched as he stirred the pot every so often as he kept the cutlets warm in the oven drying on a paper towel lined plate, "will you just please tell me I won't get a call one night from the police telling me you've been arrested on drug charges."

"I did tell you I'm not dealing, I swear I'm not," Drake said, as he set the pot off the heat and placed the lid on so it could steam for the last ten minutes while he cooked the asparagus.

"Then why did you go to Garden Hills?" Iliana asked, her eyes moved along her son's body as he reached for another pot.

"I do have a job you know," Drake said, teasingly.

"But what kind of job pays a bo..." Taking a dry swallow as Drake peered over his shoulder, "young man like you enough money to buy a fifty thousand dollar car?" Iliana asked, not liking the smirk on her son's lips.

"Maybe I'll tell you one day," Drake said, offhandedly.

"Can we eat now?" Aidyn asked, standing in the doorway. Iliana couldn't help but laugh at the sound of her son's stomach rumbling.

"In five minutes," Drake said, matter-of-factly.

"Then you can help me set the table Aidyn, your brother did cook after all," Iliana said, in a motherly voice as she slid off the stool. "This bowl should be good to house that..." Inhaling the steam that billowed out once Drake took off the lid, "God. That smells so good," she said, trying not to drool.

"Want a taste?" Drake asked, scooping up a fork full as his hand hovered over the pot.

Her eyes were on her son's face, noting how the luster of his eyes was returning as her lips wrapped around the prongs of the fork. Iliana moaned in her mouth as the sweetness, the creaminess, the subtle taste of the parmesan, the firm bite of the rice as it exploded on her tongue.

"Oh my," Iliana muttered as she cupped her hand to her lips as she chewed. "Why didn't you tell me you could cook like that?"

"You never asked," Drake said, shrugging his shoulders as he poured the rice into the dish that was sitting on the counter. "Had to learn how to fend for myself, can't always live at home," he said, smirking at his brother who was glaring at him.

"You can you know... live here that is," Iliana said, shyly.

"Yeah, I don't think that would be good for either of us," Drake said, plainly.

"Oh." Was the only word that left her lips as her heart sank at the realization of what her words had truly done on that night.

"If I didn't see you cooking this, I would have called you a liar," Aidyn sighed as he rubbed his stomach as he leaned back into his chair after they had finished dinner.

"Thank you, for the meal Drake, it was quite delicious," Iliana said, trying to put on a brave face knowing her actions had pushed her son out of her home and from her life.

"You're welcome," Drake replied as he gathered up his dishes. His hand darted into his pants pocket as it vibrated. Typing out his response as he noted the time.

"Honey... are you... going out tonight again?" Iliana asked, as she watched how her son worked over the sink. Kicking her middle son in the leg for not helping Drake.

"Yes," Drake stated as he scrubbed the dishes clean.

"The opera or is it a play this time?" Iliana asked coyly, as she took a sip of her wine that Drake had so elegantly paired with their dinner. Granted it was her wine, but still it was quite the match up. She didn't hide her smirk as Drake's head shot to the right as he hid his shock well as he looked at her. "I honestly didn't take you for that kind of person Drake. I would think those old songs and boring plays would put you to sleep," she said, as she set down her glass.

"Is that what you think I do when I go to them?" Drake said, with a cocky smirk.

"Then what exactly do you do?" Iliana asked, crossing her arms. Wondering when the last time it was that her son gazed at her breasts like he had done since hitting puberty.

"A gentleman never tells, you should know that," Drake said, in a seductive tone as he placed the last dish into the dishrack.

"You are being careful, aren't you honey?" Iliana asked, as her hand took hold of Drake's wrist as he passed. Her finger rested over his pulse as it beat steadily against it.

"Of course," Drake said, starring down into his mother's eyes. Wondering how she knew about the opera or the plays he went to with his 'dates'.

Iliana stood outside and out of sight of her son's room listening to him getting ready to leave for the night. Leaning against the wall, her nostrils flared as that same scent filled the air. Her fingers ran down her neck wondering what it would be like to be enveloped in it. To be the one those eyes gazed at like she had seen him do to that blonde woman. The one he dressed up for, took to those fancy plays, the one who's hand he held as they listened to whichever opera they went to. Why had she not seen her son's potential? Why did she let her anger at his molesting of her underwear make her say those things to her son? Fucking her sons was one thing, a means to an end of fulfilling ones bodily needs, yet Iliana longed for that connection that she and her husband had lost years ago before she first slept with her sons. Turning her head towards her son's door as she heard the rattling of the coat hanger as it was placed back onto the rod. She wondered just what he would wear tonight.

Ever since he'd started going out and staying out later and later, her son was always dressed to the nines. Pondering why her other sons couldn't dress up and take her out one night a week. Was that too much to ask of her sons? After all they sure did love her fucking them, was it wrong that she wanted some romance as well? His cologne foretold of his arrival as she heard his footsteps nearing the door. Her breath was caught in her throat as she took stock of her youngest son. That same crisp, black suit sat so snuggly to his shoulders. The smell of his hair gel wafted on the air soon to be over taken by that strange, alluring scent of his. Her heart beat faster as her eyes moved down his body as he stared at her, perplexed, as his door closed behind him. She truly couldn't believe how handsome her son had become without her even noticing it.

"Need something?" Drake asked, his eyes slyly ran down his mother's robe.

"I just wanted to see you off for tonight, I take it you'll be home late again?" Iliana asked, fighting herself from reaching out to her son.

"Most likely, yes."

"Be safe okay," Iliana said, resting the side of her head against the wall.

"Mom?! There's a limo outside!" Aidyn yelled from the ground floor.

"I take it that's your ride for the night?" Iliana inquired, as Drake tugged at the lapels of his jacket before buttoning the top button giving her a nod. Biting her lip as her eyes moved down his back, noting how the material was taut along it as he walked down the hall.

"Mom?! There's a woman..." Aidyn's words stilled in his voice as he saw his brother step onto the first floor. "Holy..." His jaw nearly dropped at the sight of his brother. The smirk Drake flashed him as he walked past him irked him to no end.

"Get your shoes on, quickly!" Iliana ordered tossing off her robe that hid the clothes he had on so her son would think she was readying herself for bed.

"Okay, why?" Aidyn asked, as he slipped into his old sneakers.

"Because dummy we're going to follow them. I don't trust what he said, there is no way Drake could buy a car like that flipping burgers," Iliana said, snatching her keys from the table. Peering out the window of the front door as her son slid into the rear of the limo. Arching an eyebrow at the sight of the lower half of a woman's legs, and how her hand slipped into her son's lap before the woman that she could presume was the driver closed the door.

"Mom, you sure we should be doing this?" Aidyn asked, as he held onto the hand grip that was attached to the roof as his mother sped to catch up to Drake.

"Yes," Iliana hissed. Wondering why that woman got to touch her boy like that and he wouldn't even allow her to simply hug him.

"There they are," Aidyn said, pointing out the limo as it turned onto an on ramp to the interstate heading for downtown.

Iliana kept a safe distance from the limo as they trailed after her son. After weaving through the downtown's nightly traffic, seeing the spotlights shooting up to the sky. Quickly pulling up to the curb as she noted the line of limousines idling, waiting to unload their passengers. Sticking to the shadows, always keeping her eyes on the limo her son was in, following in behind a group of people, hoping Drake wouldn't see them as they moved up to the crowd that was lining the entrance way to one of the cities grand play houses. Iliana couldn't stop her body from heating as the lights shone upon her son as he slid out of the rear seat.

"Holy shit! She's fucking hot!" Aidyn whispered to which Iliana could only agree. Looking down as his mother took hold of his right arm as Drake so gentlemanly helped the woman out of the car.

"She can't be any older than I am," Iliana whispered to her son as her eyes took note of how her brunette hair was freshly styled, nor did she enjoy the look in the woman's eyes as she peered over at her son as flashes of the cameras strobed in the evening air. She heard the woman's soft laugh, her eyes narrowed at how the woman rested her left hand on her son's upper chest. Wondering what Drake could have whispered to her to get her to look at him so lustfully as they walked along the red carpet. Her jealousy was quickly rising as the woman brushed up against her son, she noted how Aidyn was staring at the woman's swaying ass as she and her son walked through the play house doors.

"What the hell is he doing with that woman?!" Iliana growled dragging her son along with her. She couldn't believe she was jealous that her son, the son that she had told that she would never, ever fuck, was with another woman. Laughing with another woman, holding out his hand to another woman, gazing at another woman when those eyes of his that belonged staring at her body. Not. That. Woman's! Throwing open the passenger door, tossing her shocked son into the back seat of her small sedan.

Iliana didn't care if someone saw them. Drake had started this fire, and he wasn't going to quench it. She only saw that a fitting substitute be used in place of her straying son. "Take your fucking cock out," Iliana growled as she was poised over her son. Glad she was still wearing her skirt from work. "Yeah, who does this cock belong to, huh?!" she purred heatedly as her hand stroked her son's rod. Roughly pulling her panties to the side, the same panties she had caught her son jerking off in months ago.

"Y-you," Aidyn moaned as his mother's warm cunt engulfed his cock.

Thrusting her face within inches of her son's, "Then why the fuck were you looking at that woman's ass?!" Iliana hissed as she fucked her son rough and hard. "Is my tits, my ass, my body not good enough for you to leer at?! Am I just a woman you fuck and play around on?"

"What?! Mom you know I haven't slept with another woman since we've been doing this," Aidyn grunted as his mother was riding him harder than ever before. He's never seen her so worked up before. "Don't take this shit out on me because Drake doesn't want to fuck you any longer," he said, propelling his hips upwards making his mother squeal.

"But... Drake's my son, why doesn't he want to fuck me?" Iliana asked, even though she knew the reason. "I'm hotter than that woman of his tonight. So why not me?!" Weeping into her son's chest as Aidyn held her close. "Yes baby, fuck me, fuck me like you always do," Iliana said, softening her tone. Her hands balled around her son's shirt as Aidyn sent his rod rapidly into her cunt. They both knew they couldn't be there for very long, and she wasn't about to get caught by the police. Yet the thought of Drake's touch on her hip, the way his breath felt in her ear, the way his body felt against hers as they worked in the kitchen heated her core. "Drake!" Iliana screamed out in her mind as she came upon her son's thrusting rod.

And so, the week flew by before anyone realized, and before long Iliana was trying to hold back the tears as she watched her youngest son packing up his car for his long drive to college. How she wished she had never said those words to him. Knowing that they were the cause of why her son was fleeing from her home. Even though it was a little too late she yearned to have her son. To be the reason he flashed her that warm smile of his like she has seen as she stalked her son through the websites for the play houses. Just so that she could see who her son was with on any given night. While she did love the dinners he or she made every night nothing could take away the fact that her son was leaving, and she didn't know when she would ever see him again. Leaning into Franklin as he put his arm around her. Nodding when he whispered that it would be alright.

"Damn man, I don't know who I'm going to pick on with you gone," Aidyn said, bringing in Drake for a brotherly hug.

"I'm sure you'll find someone," Drake groaned.

"Some day you're going to have to tell me how you hooked up with that hot brunette from last week," Aidyn whispered into his brother's ear.

Drake stared perplexingly at his brother trying to figure out who he was talking about. His Madam had kept him busy over the last week and a half. Working him to the bone until it was time for him to leave. Not that he was complaining, he made twenty grand. He just hoped he could be as fruitful in New York as he was in Memphis. Then his eyes grew wide at who he was talking about. "Yeah, not going to happen bro, she's very private," Drake said, with a coy smirk. "If you're a good boy I may record her moans for you," he said, patting his brother's head.

"Fuck off, bitch," Aidyn said jokingly, pushing his brother towards the front of the house.

"I am so going to turn your room into my game room," Franklin smirked as he walked down the steps hugging his brother goodbye.

"Not unless you have the key," Drake retorted jiggling his keys in his pocket.

"Drake." Iliana's voice was but a soft whisper as she stood on the top step of her porch. Her hands were folded out in front of her, as her eyes quivered as her youngest son gazed up at her. How she had hoped this day would never come. She wanted all her children with her, living, sharing, and simply enjoying each other's company. Although she knew her own words had caused this rift between them. Iliana felt like such a fool as she watched the dawning light bathe her son. How she yearned to crawl into his bed, to have his arms wrapped around her, to feel his cock surging through her mound as she made it all up to him.

Nevertheless, she couldn't do that, no matter how much she was growing to feel those certain emotions for her own son. A son that she had so deeply hurt. "You drive safe, and don't y-you drive too fast," her voice began to tremble, "and watch out for college girls, they aren't to be trusted," Iliana said, feeling heat flooding her cheeks as her son smirked up at her.

"Yeah... won't have a problem with that, I'm kind of into older women," Drake said, in a low seductive tone. "You know what I mean Aidyn?" he asked, as his brother walked past him.

"I'll tell you later," Aidyn whispered to Franklin as he stared at Drake like he had two heads.

"Boys, give me and your brother some privacy please," Iliana said, in a motherly voice. "Drake, honey," her feet lightly touched the steps as she walked down them to stand in front of her son, "I know I've tried to apologize so many times for the words I said to you those many months ago. But you have to understand baby, you ruined quite a number of my panties when you just left your seed to dry on them."

"Oh?!" Drake said, in genuine shock. "How much?"

"What?! Drake you don't..."

"How much?" Drake stated more firmly.

"About three hundred dollars' worth, and some of them were my favorites too," Iliana said, in a little pout. Her eyes widened as her son pulled out his money clip.

"Here," Drake said, holding out the two grand he kept on him for walking around money and to entertain the ladies when his card just wouldn't do.

"Drake... I can't take this!" Her body heated as her son stepped closer to her. His eyes always on hers, gasping as his hand darted into her shirt. Gooseflesh raced along her skin as she felt the heat of his finger as it ran along it before tucking the money into the cup of her left breast. She wondered if he felt how hard her nipples were. Feeling the heat of her cunt radiating out as Drake slowly removed his hand from her shirt.

"Yes you can, I know about Dad divorcing you. I can understand why," nodding to the house, "yet I don't like how he's going about it. So you use that for whatever you need, panties, food, bills, whatever you want okay?"

"But honey, that's a lot of money, you just gave me a few hundred..."

"Two grand actually," Drake smirked mischievously as his mother's jaw dropped.

"And you just willingly..." Her heart raced as her son nodded.

"You are my Mom you know. Just because you don't want to... you know, like you do with them," Drake nodded once again at the house, even though he knew she did. "Doesn't mean I don't want to take care of you. So if things get tough, you call me. I'll wire you some money."

"Why are you so good to me? When I said those hurtful things to you?!"

"Because it's what sons do for their mothers. We take care of them when they need it, like they do with us," Drake said, laying on the charm. He wanted her lusting after him. Wanted her pining away for him while he was gone. He planned on keeping her on edge all the while too. So when the time came and she was on her knees begging him for his cock. He might let her have a small taste of it. He tried not to get hard as his mother's breasts pancaked out as she abruptly hugged him.

Iliana felt his hands on her back. The light touch of his fingertips as they danced up and down her spine. Biting the inside of her cheek to keep her body from trembling. Her eyes flew wide, burying her face in her son's neck as he softly bit her earlobe. How was it that her son knew that was one of her turn-ons when her other sons couldn't figure that out.

"Drake!" Iliana gasped as she jumped out of his arms holding her now unclasped bra to her chest. She wondered how he did it, it was so light that she didn't feel his fingers until her bra went slack.

"Had to try for old time's sake," Drake said, shrugging his shoulders.

"Don't you dare try that again!" Iliana said, wagging her finger at him while her right arm was laid along her chest to keep her bra and the money from spilling out onto the ground. All the while she felt her clit throbbing like mad as she saw that spark of his reach his eyes once again. As she stared at the boy... no she could no longer call her son a boy. No. He was a man now, a man who knew what he wanted and how to get what he wanted. That was the feeling she got as she looked into her son's blue-green eyes.

How she wanted him so badly right then. Yet knew she had to put her desires to the back of her mind. She wouldn't willingly subvert her son's own welfare for her own personal gain. Iliana might have pushed her son away from her loving bosom, nevertheless, she could still be his mother. "Now you be safe, you call me when you get to a hotel, I don't want you driving all night just to get there in one day. And Drake..." Swallowing hard, knowing it was going to be so painful not having her baby around anymore, "I love you. Come home when you can, okay?"

"Sure Mom," Drake said, with a warm smile. "Love you too." Waving goodbye to her as he walked to his car.

Tears streamed down her cheeks as her arm waved through the air as her son's car disappeared into the distance. Turning around burying her face in Franklin's chest as he hugged her as she cried her eyes out.

******

Chapter Three.

October of that year...

"Drake?!" His brother's voice came over the line once he answered the phone. Looking over at the late fifties woman his new Madam had matched him up with the night before. Seeing the smile on her face as she slept soundly next to him in the apartment the 'Agency' had rented out for him so if the need arose he could take them there without worrying about the cops busting him for prostitution.

"Hold on," Drake whispered into the phone as he slyly slipped out of his bed. Throwing on his robe as he walked across his apartment. Easing his front door open so not to wake his sleeping guest. "Okay, what's going on?" he asked once he got out into the hallway. Quickly closing his robe as his neighbor's door began to open. Nodding to the old man that wandered out. Those that came here all knew what this place was, they were just wise enough to keep their mouths shut about it or be blackballed from all the escort agencies in the city and the surrounding area.

Glancing out of the corner of his left eye as his college age female neighbor flashed him like she always did when he was out here when her nightly client left. Watching the hunger in her eyes as he flashed her his cock in kind. It was their ritual, and yes, it led Drake to fuck her brains out when neither of them were working. They had this standing rivalry that whoever could make their client out moan the other either got a blow job or her pussy eaten, and he was due a blow job.

"Mom's in trouble?!" Drake held his hand up as she stepped out of her apartment to pay her debt.

"What do you mean Mom's in trouble?" Drake asked, nodding when she mouthed 'Later?'

"Shit man, I don't know where to begin." Drake heard Franklin pacing their kitchen.

"How about starting at the beginning," Drake said, glancing into his apartment hoping the woman didn't wake up anytime soon.

"First off, Dad's being a fuck face!"

"O-okay, not much I can do about that," Drake state trying not to chuckle.

"He's draining Mom of every penny she has! Me and Aidyn have tried to make ends meet while this is going on, yet Dad is dragging this out in the courts and it isn't cheap. It's not making things easy around here. And now, the hot water heater just up and died yesterday!" Franklin sighed in frustration.

"Okay, I can help with the bills and the heater. I can't do anything about Dad," Drake said, grinning wickedly at his brother's stunned silence.

"The heater cost twenty-four hundred plus installation, I know that because me and Mom were at Lowe's for four hours yesterday trying to see if we can get on a payment plan; and about another three or four just to get caught up on the bills. So just how the hell can you have that kind of cash when I'm lucky enough to see five hundred every two weeks?!"

"Would you accept I'm just better than you?" Drake teased his older brother.

"Fuck you, toothpick!" Franklin retorted his mirth carried over the line.

"Nah, I'm not into bestiality," Drake replied with his own cut down. "And I'm not so little anymore," he said, looking down at his now sculpted chest. While he might not have his brothers' bulky muscles, yet he was big for someone with his type of body frame.

"Burn! You just got owned!" Drake could hear Aidyn laughing in the background.

"We're twins you idiot?!" Franklin snapped.

"Yeah, but not identical."

"God damn it, I hate you sometimes Drake," Franklin growled in his ear. Drake couldn't stop laughing as Aidyn joined in at their brother's misfortune.

"Is Mom up?" Drake asked, seeing his guest starting to stir beneath his sheets. "Listen, let me get my guest up, I'll call back in an hour," as his eyes fell upon those wonderful breasts, "better make that an hour and a half." Cutting the line and sliding his phone back into the pocket of his robe. Smiling sinfully at his awakening client as the door closed behind him. Seeing the lust in her eyes as his cock swung freely.

Iliana chewed on her thumb nail dreading the call to come. She hadn't told her son their hardships because she didn't want him to think she was using him for his money because her soon-to-be ex-husband was being a lying, asshole! Ten years he's been fucking her sister behind her back. How she wanted to claw her eyes out when she gloated about it. Her leg rapidly pumped in her nervousness. She had sent her sons out of her bedroom. She wanted to be alone when she talked with Drake. Ever since he's been gone they talked almost once a day, emailed and texted like crazy. She knew more about him in the few months he's been gone than she did during the months that led up to his departure.

The way they drew close to one another. The way his voice stirred something inside her that made her feel warm, safe, and wanted. How she would lay there when she was alone in her room which was always when Drake called. Touching herself as she listened to him telling her what life in New York was like. She knew he was seeing women; she had heard quite a number of them in the background the number of times they talked at his apartment. She didn't know why, yet the thought of those women pushing her to her knees in front of her son.

Letting him slap his cock across her face to punish her for pushing him away, for allowing herself to get blinded by the experience that was still fresh for all three of them once her sons turned eighteen, unable to see the potential in him yet by the time she did it was too late. Making her take her son's hard cock into her mouth to become Drake's willing cuckquean. Hanging her head, rubbing her thighs together as she recounted how hard she came as that fantasy replayed and replayed in her mind every time she talked to her son.

"Hey baby," Iliana said, weakly. She felt so ashamed that her youngest son had to bail her out as she answered the phone.

"Mom? Didn't I tell you to call me if things got tough?"

"Yes. I'm sorry, I just didn't want you thinking I was only calling for your money," Iliana said, in shame. A strange noise caught her attention as it came over the line.

"Still. You should have told me. I did say I wanted to take care of you, didn't I?"

"Y-yes," Iliana admitted, feeling her lips curve into a smile. "Baby, what's that noise?"

"My cappuccino machine."

"You didn't tell me?! How is it?!" Iliana asked, excitedly.

"Better and cheaper than Starbucks. Now, have you gotten a plumber lined up to install the new water heater?"

"Not yet, but Lowe's said, if we came in before eight am today we could have it in sometime this afternoon or evening," Iliana said, bashfully. Grinding the ball of her foot into the floor as she bit her lip at how grown up her son sounded.

"You still have that card I sent you, right?"

"Of course, honey. I just never touched it once I had it activated."

"Okay, I'll transfer ten thousand into the account." Iliana gasped at the amount. She was not about to take that kind of money from her own son! No parent should fall so far that her children had to save her ass. She started to speak yet her son wouldn't let her. "Use what you need to catch up on the bills and pay for the heater. Then use what's left to cover the next month bills and repairs to the house if it's needed. When you get back from Lowe's I want you to show me all the bills so I can make sure you have the money the first of the month to cover it once the account dips below the threshold. Franklin and Aidyn can cover the groceries, and you can use what you make to take Dad to court."

"Drake that's too much, I can't..."

"Too late, it's already done. So stop trying to talk me out of it and let me take care of the house." Iliana opened up the app he had told her to download, using her fingerprint as a password. Her eyes widened and quivered at the sight of the amount.

"Honey, why are you being so good to me?" Iliana asked, somberly.

"I have stated my reasons, Mom."

"You sure you don't mind me using this... money?"

"No. Wouldn't have given you the card if I did." Iliana heard him take a sip of his coffee.

"And helping me isn't going to hurt you money wise is it?"

"No."

"Thank you sweetheart, you don't know how much of a load this takes off my shoulders. So... how's the coffee?" Iliana asked, while in truth she wanted to say: 'When are you going to take care of me?' but thought better than to speak the words.

"It's fine. Don't worry about it, when Franklin and Aidyn make it big make sure they buy you a nice big home."

"But I love this house, it's where my babies grew up. Where I hope my son comes back to," Iliana said, hoping he took the hint to come home during Thanksgiving break.

"About that..." Her heart skidded to a stop at the tone of his voice. That told her she wasn't going to like what she heard.

"Please Drake tell me you're coming home for Thanksgiving?"

"I can't, not if I want to make the pick for the year abroad in Italy next year. Which would mean me working my butt off until Christmas break to show them I'm deserving to go given that I'd be a sophomore."

"Italy! The hell you are! You are going to Italy over my dead body!"

"I'm not asking for permission Mom. That was me telling you what I'm going to do. If I get in, I am going to go to Italy."

"Sorry Drake, but a whole year?! That would mean I only get to see you for a few weeks before you dash off for a year and a half. It's not enough time Drake! I miss my baby. I miss having you here. It's not the same when I walk in and no one's there to hug me and give me a kiss. I know you did it to feel my breasts, still," she fidgeted on her bed as her voice took on a soft, warm tone, "it made me feel loved. Aidyn can't shut off a game to greet me with a real hug!" Iliana groaned. "Why are you wanting to go to Italy anyway, and how would you pay for it?"

"Already got that covered, as to the why, that's simple to study the architecture."

"But can't you do that over the web?" Iliana asked, not wishing to lose all that time with her son.

"No. Not everything is on the web, Mom. There are some things that can only be studied in person."

"You sure you don't just want to go so you can fuck all those hot Italian women?" Iliana asked, blushing madly as her son laughed. It made her heart flutter every time she heard it.

"Okay, I won't deny that's a very good bonus, but no, it's strictly about the buildings."

"So... what if I wanted to come visit since you won't come here..."

"You crazy New York City during Thanksgiving?! I'll rent a place for us away from the city if you want to come. But I'll still be working so don't expect many outings."

"But then we can see each other, so I don't care if you'll be working. It'll still be more than what I see of you now. Also, what if I want to come spend Christmas with you in Italy? Would you mind that?" Iliana asked, with baited breath.

"I don't have a problem with that, but let's see if I win that spot first before we get that far. For all I know I could be spending summer on the couch." Iliana snorted at that. "What?!"

"Drake if you're going to lie, be sure it's not to me. We both know the moment you get home you'll be back to whatever it was you were doing before you went off to school. I'd still like to know what that is by the way. Because I'm starting to suspect you're a male stripper turning tricks in the back room," Iliana said, jokingly. A warm light flooded her eyes as her son belted out a hearty laugh.

"What's wrong with you?! Have you seen me I'm all skin and bones, who would want to see that?"

"Me," Iliana said to herself.

"Okay, I have to go take my shower and head to class. Talk to you later, Mom."

"Goodbye baby, study hard, don't get into any trouble and Drake?" Her lip trembled knowing it might be days before they talked again. Sometimes they both were just too busy for a long talk. How she was going to miss her baby boy.

"Yeah?"

"I love you."

"I love you too, Mom."

Silently wiping a tear away, knowing her son wasn't coming home any time soon. Every day that Drake was gone from her home it felt as if the house itself missed Drake's presence. Falling back onto her bed, her red hair feathering out around her as she stared up at the ceiling. Wondering just what was happening to her as she placed her arm over her eyes.

"Mom?" Aidyn said, sticking his head into the room once he knocked. "What did Drake say?"

"You and your brother get dressed. We have to get to Lowes, if we want to take a hot shower tonight," Iliana said, quickly sitting up. A warm smile appeared on her lips as her thumb brushed along the card. It almost felt like they were a couple sharing a banking account. In a sense they were, at least in her dreams they were. "And the next time you see Drake you better thank him immensely," she said, turning to look at her middle child.

"Why?"

"Because of him we aren't going to lose the house. In a sense this is now his house, since he's going to be the one paying for it. But he told me to tell you and Frank you'll be the ones paying for the groceries. Tell your brother that when the two of you get ready to leave," Iliana said, the worry that had marred her eyes for the past three months faded away from her face. When Mario refused to pay his half of the house payment, she didn't know how she was going to keep the house on only her pay check. She was glad her kids had scholarships otherwise she wouldn't have a clue how she was going to pay for that as well. Last month she had to beg and plead with the power company to give her another month to get caught up. Holding the card against her chest, sending a silent thank you to her son for this chance to save her home.

"Franklin! This is Drake's house now; you better kiss his ass or he'll kick your ass out!" Aidyn called down the hall to his older brother.

"The hell he will!" Franklin shouted back causing Iliana to giggle.

******

Chapter Four.

December, three weeks before Christmas...

"Mom relax, your pacing isn't going to make Drake appear any faster," Franklin said, as he tried to watch the game tapes while his mother paced the living room.

"Yeah, Drake said he be here by five, it's only..." looking at the clock, "five till four, he still has an hour to get here," Aidyn said, he had watched how his mother was in a frenzy all weekend, even going so far as to wrangle he and his brother into cleaning the house from top to bottom.

"I know that Aidyn," Iliana grumbled. She couldn't get away during the Thanksgiving break. She was late in requesting the days off she would need to drive to New York and back. When she did it was only to learn that there weren't enough people left to cover for her if her boss granted her leave. How she hated her boss at that moment. Then recounting her son's calming voice telling her that he'd be home in two weeks so she shouldn't worry. Still though, Iliana couldn't believe how her youngest son had stepped up when his two older brothers would rather goof off than to take care of their home.

When they could find the time she went over everything she used his money for. Normally, it was only to pay the bills, when she walked into the bank and paid off the three months that she was behind, along with that month's payment. How she loved the look on that arrogant ass's face. The nerve of that man thinking she would whore herself out just to save her home. Yet sometimes, he'd let her use it to spoil herself.

How she was the talk of the office when she walked in the next day after her visit to the spa. At forty she knew her looks would soon start to fade. Iliana also knew Franklin and Aidyn wouldn't be around for much longer. They had lives to live, NFL and MLB careers to build, they had already been scouted and offered positions in the draft. She was so proud of her boys, however, soon enough, she would be alone in a house that held so many memories. How she just wanted her baby home.

"It's just we've always been together all four of us, and now Drake's been away for so long. I don't know how I'm going to cope when you all are gone and living your own lives," Iliana said, tears rimmed her eyes as she pressed Franklin's and Aidyn's heads to her bosom as she leaned over the back of the couch.

"Mom. I do plan on coming home on the off season," Franklin said, brushing his cheek against her left breast.

"Yeah, I'll be here during the winter, and Frank will be here during the summer. So you'll always have one of us around," Aidyn said, rubbing his mother's back.

"My sweet, sweet boys," Iliana cooed softly as her thumbs brushed through their hair. Her heart raced; her ears twitched as she heard the sound of a car pulling up. Her eyes grew wide, her skin heated at the sight of Drake's black Audi. "Drake!" Her glee burned in her eyes as she ran to the front door, throwing it open, her legs carried her across the distance. Her arms out stretched, her red hair whipping behind her. Her smile reached her eyes as his face appeared as he lowered his trunk lid. Feeling him stagger back a few steps as she leapt into his arms. "Drake, I'm so very happy you're home!" Iliana sighed happily as she nuzzled her son's neck. Feeling her body tingle as she inhaled that same strange scent her son had started to wear before he left home.

"Hi Mom, missed you too," Drake said, gently hugging her, rubbing her back as he did.

She was so happy that she had chosen to wear a thick sweater otherwise her son would see how aroused she was. Drake's face had transitioned from that boyish face he's had all through his life to the face of a well-groomed and very handsome man. Iliana wondered what her fingertips would feel like skimming along his smooth jawline. Her eyes ran down his neck, along his black Navy peacoat noticing how his chest was thicker than before, along his pants taking note of, while not snug, yet it showed her enough of how her son had developed during his time away. A soft smirk graced her lips at her son's clean black tennis shoes.

"You've grown up so much, I hardly recognize you," Iliana said, in a sweet motherly voice. She nearly melted as that same luster was in his eyes that she so recklessly harmed.

"And you're still as beautiful as the day I saw you sunbathing in the back yard,' Drake said, with a coy smile.

Iliana's face heated rapidly at those words. That same tingle in her womanly peach began to grow. Casting her eyes down so not to torment herself as she imagine what his lips would feel like.

"You shouldn't say that to your mother, but thank you, it's very kind of you to say so," Iliana said, bashfully. "Why don't we..."

"Oh, got you your present? Do you want it now or later?"

Shaking her lustful, deprived thoughts from her head. "Drake after everything you've done you don't have to get me anything. You've saved my -- our home -- you've been so good to me. That's all I really need... well maybe you home for good," Iliana said, batting her eyelashes at him. She couldn't believe she was flirting with her own son. She allowed herself to hope that maybe soon they could be together if she was very lucky.

"Then what am I to do with another cappuccino machine?" Drake asked, quite stumped at the problem at hand.

"You got me one!" Iliana gasped, then squealed loudly in excitement. After seeing pictures of the one Drake had, and how good the coffee looked she's been so jealous. Yet she wasn't about to waste her son's money on such things. She also didn't miss the fact that Drake's eyes were following the bounce of her breasts. Sighing inwardly, it almost felt like everything was back to normal before she opened her mouth those seven months ago.

"Yeah," Drake nodded, as he opened the rear passenger door.

"Franklin!" Iliana yelled out.

"What?" Franklin responded as he stood on the porch.

"Come carry Drake's present to me into the house for me," Iliana said, looking back at her son.

"Welcome home Drake," Franklin grumbled as he wrangled the box out of the car.

"What happened to your truck?" Drake inquired, as he and his mother walked behind him.

"Threw a rod, cost too much to fix when the truck wasn't even worth it. So we junked it."

"So you've been playing the soccer mom huh?" Drake asked, jokingly.

"Sometimes I wonder if they're grown men after all and not toddlers," Iliana chuckled.

"Well... Drake's definitely home," Aidyn said, smiling at his younger brother as Drake appeared over Franklin's left shoulder as they entered.

"Don't encourage him," Franklin growled low at his twin.

"Honey what are you doing?" Iliana asked, as her son took out his phone.

"Buying a plane ticket," Drake said, plainly.

"But why you just got here," Iliana said, her fear of her son flying way evident in her voice. "Surely, you aren't going to Italy so soon?!"

"What?! No, I'm not leaving for Italy until my final exam is over in May. Oh, yeah, I got in was going to tell you later tonight after dinner, but well, you brought it up," Drake said, noticing his brother's surprised looks. "As to why, I'm leaving my car here for you to use while I'm gone," he said, looking right at his mother. Enjoying the shocked look on his mother's face. "I'm not about to leave my car in their care."

"Hey!" Aidyn and Franklin barked in unison.

"You two don't have a record of taking care of things," Iliana said, waving her sons off. "You sure about this Drake, that's a very expensive car."

"Yeah, you I trust not to tear up my leather seats, and to take care of the maintenance on it. Plus, it's too expensive to park the car in the city and I rarely drove the whole time since I've been there. If it's here then I don't have to worry about someone breaking into it or stealing it while I'm in Italy but only after I leave," Drake said, with a smirk.

"Okay!" Iliana said, a little too quickly. She knew if she had his car he will definitely have to come home for it if he wants it. "I promise I'll take real good care of it while you're gone. Come on Franklin let's get set up in the kitchen," Iliana said, cheerfully.

"Hey," Aidyn whispered taking his little brother by the arm. Arching an eyebrow at how developed his muscles had become, what he could feel of them through Drake's thick coat. "Mind if I get some beer money from you. Frank and I are kind of tapped out this week."

"Only if you do me a favor in kind," Drake said, looking over at his brother.

"Okay, it's not some weird shit is it?" Aidyn asked, joking with his brother.

"No. Although, methinks you're into the weird stuff if you think I am," Drake said, taunting his brother. "I want you to run to the wine store and pick up a bottle of DuMol 2017 Syrah Wild Mountainside Russian River Valley."

"You drink... wine?" Aidyn inquired, looking at his brother strangely.

"Developed a taste for it, older ladies like the wine a tad more than the beer. Plus it's healthier for you than beer is. So you going to get me the bottle or keep ragging on me?" Drake spoke with a smile on his lips.

"Sure, sure. Bottle of wine for you beer for us. Win, win I say," Aidyn said, shrugging his shoulders. Watching his brother pull off a hundred dollar bill from his money clip.

"Forty bucks should keep you two in beer cans for a while," Drake said, handing over the bill to Aidyn.

"You really shouldn't walk around with that kind money Drake. Thanks for the cash, I'll be back soon," Aidyn whispered as he moved past his little brother. Taking his mother's car keys from the table. However, Drake only showed off his money to his family just to see the shock in their eyes.