My Son the Gigolo a

bysoul71©

"Drake come look," Iliana said, appearing in the doorway waving to her son to join them.

Setting his suitcases down by the table next to the wall. Hearing the rustling of the trash bag as he neared the kitchen. The Barista Express, the same model he had in his apartment in New York this one was just black instead of silver like his.

"Honey you must be hot in that coat why don't you take it off," Iliana said smiling. All the while wanting to see how much her son has grown since his time away from home. "Oh my... Holy..." she mumbled as Drake took off his coat and hung it on the back of one of the chairs that sat around their family table. Her eyes just couldn't look away as Drake's tight, white turtleneck detailed every inch of her son's chest.

"Not bad Drake, not bad at all," Franklin nodded approvingly. "I'm still stronger though," he said, smirking in the way all big brothers had when they're speaking with their siblings.

"Oh? Want to bet?"

"Fifty bucks says I am," Franklin said, moving up to the counter with an arrogant look on his face. His eyes glanced to the left as Drake dropped the fifty on the counter.

Iliana felt her body come alive as she watched how Drake's muscles tightened, the way his bicep bulged as he forestalled his brother. Feeling her mound moistening at the sight before her. Her hands slowly moved down to the hem of her sweater and the t-shirt under it. She never wore a bra when she was home. Plus, if she was truthful with herself, she's wanted to show Drake her breasts for some time. Biting her lip as Drake's eyes shot over to her as she shook her bare orbs for him. Then quickly covering herself, smiling mischievously as the back of Drake's hand hit the countertop.

"Maybe kicking your ass these days won't be as easy as it has been," Franklin said, with a brotherly smile.

"Yeah..." Drake's eyes darted to his mother who played innocent when his brother peered over his shoulder.

"And that's how you make your own cappuccino," Drake said, once he had shown his mother and brother how to do it.

"Can this thing make a latte? What, I like them don't look at me like that," Franklin scoffed.

"I got something that will go good with the coffee. Be right back." Iliana's mouth watered as her eyes burned into her son's backside. How she just wanted to bite it. To dig her nails into it as she held her son in place once his cock was buried deep, deep inside of her. To mark her son as her lover as she rode her son.

"What's this?" Iliana asked confused, as she stared down at the weird packaging.

"Dutch gingerbread, but it's not that spicy," Drake said, showing Franklin how to make a latte.

"Oh that's good," Iliana purred into her cup as her green eyes peered over the rim of it.

"Mmmhmm," Franklin hummed ignoring his brother's smirk.

"So honey, just how many hearts have you broken?" Iliana asked, as she reached for a cookie.

"None, I don't date," Drake said, his eyes smirking at his mother as he took a sip of his latte. It was more milk than he liked in his coffee but he'll deal with it. Watching his mother's mind race, seeing her face blush at the realization of what he was doing when she called.

"You could have told me you were busy?" Iliana whispered as her mind delved into those lustful waters at how her son would look like standing naked in her room with her lips wrapped firmly around his cock as she knelt before him.

"Why? Most of the time you called when they were leaving. There was no reason to tell you I just got done fucking them," Drake said, a devilish light glinted in his eyes as he nibbled on the gingerbread.

Iliana's cheek twitched as her son's phone rang. Watching how he sat down his cup, pulling his phone out of his pocket. Those dark sinful thoughts began to form in her mind as she thought what it would feel like as her son wrapped her in those strong arms of his as she watched how his bicep tightened as Drake scratched the back of his head.

"Yeah, I figured the news of my return would get around quickly. No. Not tonight, tomorrow. Alright text me the time. Yeah, I'm still going. Yes, we've talked. As long as it's close to the college I'll be studying at, I don't mind. Okay, I'll come by Thursday, see you then," Drake said, hanging up with his Madam. "What?"

"You put off doing whatever it is, to spend time at home," Iliana said, in genuine surprise.

"Yeah," looking at his mother like she's lost her mind, "I did just get here be kind of rude to just leave, don't ya think?" Drake said, popping the last of the gingerbread into his mouth.

"Frank!" Aidyn called out once he entered through the door. "Come help me carry in the beer!"

"Wait?! I thought you didn't have any free cash," Franklin said excitedly, quickly getting up from his seat.

"Yeah, I didn't. Here, sorry took a while to find it. Better be good wine for sixty bucks," Aidyn said, handing the bottle over to his brother.

"It is, you should try it some time. You'd be surprise the things a good bottle of red will open," Drake said, allowing his innuendo to hang in the air.

"Drake you aren't old enough to drink."

"You going to stop me from sharing this over dinner with you?" Drake asked, with a pointed look.

"Dinner? You want to have wine... with me... over dinner?" Iliana stammered.

"Well yeah, I mean I'd rather have wine than beer. Unless you don't want to celebrate my homecoming with me," Drake said, noticing how his brothers were staring at him seeing how he had instantly spun it around on their mother.

"... Hey..." Drawing out the word, "that's not polite to tease your mother like that. I'm sorry for jumping to conclusions Drake. I'd love to share a glass of wine with you over dinner. Which reminds me, I've been cooking a pork roast all day. I hope pulled pork, coleslaw, and baked potatoes are okay with you?"

"Sounds lovely Mom," Drake said, in a soft alluring tone as his brothers left to haul in the cases of beer.

"Glad to hear it," Iliana said, smiling down into her coffee cup. "Drake, can we take a walk around the backyard?" she asked softly, as her gaze rose.

"Sure."

"Drake, are you really dating older women?" Iliana asked, as she and her son walked along the flower bed that lined the rear wall of her fenced in backyard.

"Depends on what do you mean by older," Drake said aloofly.

"Women my age Drake," Iliana clarified.

"Yes, I've dated quite a few of them."

"And just how can you get a woman twice your age into your bed? You know what, I want you to show me," Iliana said, seeing Mrs. Rothberg exiting her home from her rear door. "Emma! Come over here for a second," she called out as she waved her arm to her neighbor. Opening up the upper half of the spilt door they had each installed into their fencing so they could chat in private.

"Oh my, Drake, you've really grown up," Emma said, her leering eyes ran down his chest as they stood in the fifty degree, late afternoon air.

"And you've only gotten more stunning since I've been gone," Drake said, as he stepped closer. His fingertips glided along the palm of her hand. Noticing the subtle hints of her interest as his thumb gently rubbed in a circular motion along the back of her hand. "It's a shame though."

"What is?!" Emma said, breathlessly.

"That there's a stunning woman living in that house and the man that occupies her bed is too blind to notice how she's lonely and craving something," Drake said, if his mother wanted to see him in action then he wasn't going to hold back. Watching the light blush that started to form along her cheeks as the pads of his fingers lightly danced along the back of her hand.

"How...?"

"A sane man would have trouble keeping his hands to himself with you at his side. Plus if he was giving you want you needed, you wouldn't be out here allowing me the privilege to whisper sweet nothings to you. Voglio sdraiarti, spogliarti dei tuoi vestiti, guardare il tuo bel corpo. Ti ascolto gemere mentre assaggio la tua piccola fetta di paradiso. Quindi la mia domanda per te è: hai mai cum in meno di due minuti prima? (I want to lie you down, strip you of your clothes, gaze at your beautiful body. Listening to you moan as I taste your little slice of heaven. So my question for you is have you ever cum in less than two minutes before?)" Drake asked, switching over to Italian something a few of his clients had taught him.

Punishing him for every word he got wrong by licking their cunts which led him to becoming quite good at both acts. He knew Emma would understand given that her grandmother came from Italy and it was spoken primarily in their home, and English when they left it. She or her family never spoke it around Emma's husband, since the man didn't take the time to bother to learn it.

"Drake!" Emma gasped in shock. One: he was so forward in his desire that it took her aback for a moment. Two: it was the fact that Drake was speaking in fluent Italian. Something that she didn't know that he could do. "While I'm very flattered, and should slap you for speaking... so teasingly to me, I'm twice your..."

"L'età non significa nulla quando le tue cosce sono avvolte intorno alla mia testa. (Age means nothing when your thighs are wrapped around my head.)"

Iliana just stood there in shock as her son was actually winning Emma over. Something she thought the woman wouldn't have entertained given the numerous times she shot Aidyn down. Her eyes glanced down noting how Emma's nipples were detailed by the fabric of her shirt. She also noticed how her son's eyes were always on Emma's. Then the question finally popped into her head on when and how he could speak so well in Italian, and why she found herself feeling jealous as her son simply held Emma's hand.

"E se non riuscissi a mantenere la tua promessa. Cosa poi? (And if you can't keep your promise. What then?)" Emma finally spoke only to answer her son in Italian.

"Quindi per una settimana puoi usare la mia lingua tutte le volte che vuoi (So for a week you can use my tongue as many times as you want)," Drake spoke in a seductive tone.

"E se volessi andare oltre, se infrangi la tua promessa? (And if I wanted to go beyond that, if you break your promise?)" Iliana heard the want in Emma's voice. She had no idea what he was saying yet the way he looked at Emma she didn't need to know. Every woman knew that look on a man's face, confidence with a mix of lust within it. Feeling how her mound was throbbing and growing moist the longer she watched.

"Allora puoi usarmi comunque preferisci (Then you can use me anyway you prefer)," Drake uttered.

In that moment Iliana knew Drake had done something that she thought wasn't possible as Emma opened the lower half of her spilt door.

"You sure I'm not too old for you?" Emma asked, as Drake slipped into her backyard.

"Of course not, think of all the things you can teach me," Drake replied as his hand rested on the small of her back.

"Stop," she giggled as she slapped Drake's chest, "I'm sure you have plenty of experience." Iliana heard Emma utter as she and her son walked back to her house. She could not for the life of her believe that this was happening and in front of her own eyes no less! "Why are you opening the window? Fuck never mind that, let's see if you can do what you so lewdly spoke in front of your own mother. Such a naughty..."

"Surely, she couldn't become speechless so soon?" Iliana thought to herself.

"Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Mmmhmm... there, right... fucking there! I'm going to cum Drake, I'm going to wash that mouth out with my peach juice!" Emma screamed out for dear life. "Well fuck me, you weren't lying." Emma's laugh filled the air. "I so needed that..."

"There that should clean you up, I can't help with the taste of my pussy on your tongue," Emma cooed as they stood on her back porch.

"Something I'll always remember fondly," Drake said, with a warm caring smile. Looking down as Emma took hold of his wrist.

"Drake, did you mean it when you said I could do anything to you if I had won?" Emma asked, trying to hold back the need from her voice.

"Within reason, I'm not going to be ridden like a horse," Drake said, smiling at Emma's soft giggle.

"If... if I have another lapse of judgment, say in a day or two, and that I needed a man to make me feel like a woman again... would you truly make love to a forty-nine year old woman?"

"In a heartbeat! I know a few men who would love to get to know you. If you need some company after I head back to school," Drake said, truthfully.

"I hope it isn't your brothers?" Emma asked, trying to keep her irritation from her voice.

"No, no, nothing like that, they're quite respectful to the ladies they date. If you need some company now and again," leaning in, "just so you know they're escorts like me, so you don't have to worry about them getting attached if you only need to scratch the itch and keep everything discreet. I'm not telling you to cheat on your husband, but if he's not fucking you, when you're as hot as you are at forty-nine. There can be only two reasons he's either gay, or already has another woman he's fucking. Don't worry, these men are clean and far more attractive than I'll ever be. You call me and I'll set up everything," Drake whispered into her ear as he slipped his card into her hand. "Whatever you do, don't tell my mother."

"But when you come back what if I want you?" Emma asked, nodding that she wouldn't tell his mother.

"Then you call, I'll open that door and you come on in, and I'll make sure you leave with a smile on your face and your juices running down your legs."

"Y-you wouldn't charge me?"

"You?! Never. Like I always say, the older the woman is, the more beautiful, and more experienced they are," Drake said, with a devilish grin. Emma molded her body against his as she kissed him without warning. Her moan was light in his mouth as Drake caressed her ass.

"Wednesday, noon, I'll only have an hour. Tell me, just how many do you think you can give me in that time?" Emma purred, her grip tightened on his arms, her heart raced, her womb clenched as Drake whispered into her ear. "Well... Drake, that was a very unique greeting," she said, smirking seductively at him as they both stood on their respective lawns.

"If you need a refresher, you know how to find me," Drake said, returning the smile. His eyes flickered over to his mother who stood in stunned silence the whole time he had wandered back to their yard. "Does that satisfy your curiosity?" he asked once Emma and he had closed and latched the spilt door. Hearing noise from the back door, a wicked, sinister smile formed on his lips as his brothers looked at him and then to Emma as she wandered back inside her own home. "I think you might have your hands full for a while," Drake nodded to his brothers before leaving his mother standing there "Maybe you should take notes," he said in passing, as he brushed past his brothers.

******

"You really going to bring her here?!" Franklin asked, trying to keep his erection under control as he and Aidyn peered around the doorframe as Drake pampered himself in their bathroom.

"Yeah, got a problem with that?" Drake spoke as he gathered up a pea sized ball of his dry cologne. "You two might want to look away, unless you're into me like that, which would be weird," he said, rubbing his hands together. Chuckling when his brother's heads quickly left the open doorway as he dropped his towel. "Now you two can wait outside and listen as a real man fucks," Drake said, patting the tops of his brothers heads hard as they sat watching a game in the living room while he had gotten dressed.

Emma drove like a bat out of Hell to get home. Her car flew into her driveway. Her legs quickly carried her into her home. Hoping that no one would wonder why she was moving so quickly. No one needed to know how horny she was to finally be able to be fucked for the first time in two years. If Drake could do half the things he said he could do then she would definitely take him up on his offer. She just hoped she could afford it. If her husband didn't want her any longer she'll find some young man to give her what she needs. Hiking down her pantyhose and her already soaked panties. Threading her bra through the sleeve of her dress, tossing it and her balled pantyhose and underwear onto the couch. Checking her hair in the mirror, straightening out her dress before rushing towards the back door.

Her heart hammered in her chest as she neared the door that connected their two yards. Never once had she cheated on her husband. Drake was right; her husband did have another woman, her husband knew that she knew, hence why she hasn't slept with him for two years. Yet it was just too damn costly for them if they divorced, and she had spent too many years getting her home just the way she liked it just to lose it. However, she would keep her affairs hidden far better than her husband ever could.

Her channel quivered as his cologne drifted on the breeze as Drake stood there dressed in a black turtleneck, and matching jeans. Emma wondered if he allowed all the women he's been with to trace every muscle on his body. She had touched herself a lot, she might add just thinking about it, after Drake had his face buried between her legs.

"I hope I haven't kept you waiting," Emma cooed as she stepped over the property line as her hand slid into his committing herself to this act.

"Not at all, I'm looking forward to seeing your gorgeous body in its afterglow," Drake said, in a sultry tone.

"You must have been with far more..." His finger on her lips stilled her words.

"The only woman I am with is the woman that's standing in front of me," Drake said, seeing how her eyes quivered as he ran his finger along Emma's lower lip. Before her lips engulfed it, her dark blue eyes burned in her hunger as her tongue swirled around it to show him just what awaited him once she got his cock into her mouth.

"I need you Drake," her body lightly pressed against his, "I always thought you were cute watching you grow up. You always spoke truthfully when we would see one another, why I never let your brothers get what they wanted. I knew they only wanted me for my body not as a woman, like I see in your eyes," Emma whispered, feeling her body on fire as she felt his hand lightly run along her hip then around to her back. Pulling her tightly against his hard body, her cheeks heated as his hand squeezed her right ass cheek. She knew she might get caught, yet she needed to taste his lips again. Her hands pressed against his shoulder blades as Drake kissed her like a man who wanted her and only her. "I don't have much time... can we?" Her nipples became rock hard as that seductive smile of his raised the corners of his lips. Emma bit her lip to hold back her giddiness as Drake led her to his home.

Drake only smirked at his brothers as Emma followed in after him as they stared in awe. "You might want to take notes," Drake said, over his shoulder making them watch as he caressed Emma's ass as she climbed the stairs to his room.

"You could learn something from your brother, if you stopped looking at me like some fuck toy, I might have slept with you." Emma's voice drifted down the stairwell. Drake couldn't help but smile as both their faces burned in a bright red. "Come on Drake, let's see how well you use that cock of yours like you can with that tongue of yours," Emma purred as her finger beckoned to him as she stood on the top of the stairs.

"I'll try to keep it down..."

"Oh, that's so not happening," Emma said, smiling down at him as Drake climbed the stairs. The moment he stepped onto the landing of the second floor Emma pounced. Moaning into his ear as Drake fingered her wet cunt in the hallway of his home. "Fuck me Drake, take me into that room and fuck me like a dirty, dirty whore," she growled heatedly. "Bye, bye boys," Emma waved at the stunned and shocked Aidyn and Franklin.

"This is so fucking wrong," Aidyn hissed as he paced their living room as they listened to Emma's moans and wails as Drake's bed squeaked like crazy.

"Oh Drake, you're going to destroy me with that thing! Don't... fucking... stop!" Aidyn turned his head, Franklin turned in his seat as her scream filled their home.

"I'm going to kill..." Franklin started to curse as house line rang.

"What the hell is going on there?!" Iliana asked, as she heard the sounds of a woman's moans.

"You are not going to believe it. Drake took Mrs. Rothberg upstairs," Franklin said into the phone, hoping his mother could make his brother stop fucking the woman he's been after for the past two years.

"Yes Drake! Oh God! My pussy feels so fucking full. That's it, pound that hard cock into me!" Emma's voice filled the house in her lustful moans. Iliana could only sit there in her office chair in silence as she listened as her son fucked another woman in her -- their home.

"Aren't you going to stop him?!" Franklin asked, incensed.

"Why would I? Drake's a grown man, and it is his house now, I have no say in who he fucks in it. H-he isn't doing it in my bed i-is he?" Iliana inquired, trying not to let her voice tremble.

"No," Franklin sighed, "he took her to his room."

"Oh fuck! I'm cumming!" Emma squealed out in joy.

"I-I got to go," Iliana quickly hung up the phone before running to the women's bathroom in her office to cry her eyes out.

"I don't think I can drive back to work," Emma laughed as she and Drake walked down the stairs. "Next time we do this, you have to cum inside me," she said, smiling at Drake as he walked down in his robe.

"You sure?" Drake asked, slipping his arm around Emma's waist as they walked towards the back door.

"Mmmhmm... unless," leaning in her lips brushing along his ear, "you don't rubber up when you do your escort thing," Emma whispered sensuously into him.

"Oh no, that's a rule I never break."

"Good. I want to feel this hard cock," reaching down slipping her hand into his robe, "naked in my eager pussy, I know when I do feel you shooting that hot load into me, it's going to feel amazing." Her lips held a taunting smirk as she peered out the corner of her right eye at Drake's brothers before she and Drake slipped out the door.

******

Iliana pressed her forehead to the steering wheel of her car. Knowing she shouldn't be feeling like this given that it was she who had told him that she would never fuck him. Why did she say those words?! How she would sound so hypercritical now that she so wanted to know what the feel of her son's cock was like as she sucked on his hard rod. The way his hands would move along her body as he pumped that hard pole into her cunt and make her moan just like she heard Emma doing this afternoon. Turning her head, looking at her son's car, a little smile formed on her lips knowing that he was still home. If she couldn't have her son like she now yearned for, she would just have to be content with the time they had together. Then a sinful thought formed in her mind at what she was going to do in that car once he handed over the keys.

Walking forlornly into her home, her eyes grew wide as Drake stood there waiting for her. The moment he held up his arms she didn't hesitate. Her legs carried her hurriedly into his outstretched arms. Holding her son close and tightly as her warm smile filled her eyes. Snuggling closer to her son as she felt those strong arms wrapping her in their embrace. Biting her lip at how her breasts felt as they pressed against Drake's hard chest. Then a very curious scent filled her nose with a heavenly aroma.

Leaning back, turning her head, she knew it was an accident as their lips touched, yet she wasn't going to waste the opportunity. Her arms wrapped around her son's neck; her fingers feathered out as her hand pressed against the back of his head as her tongue rolled within Drake's mouth. Iliana felt her womb quivering as her son kissed her like a pro. The way his tongue would tease hers enticing her to explore his mouth. It was only because of Aidyn's cough that brought her mind back to the forefront.

"Drake... sorry, I got carried away there," Iliana said, looking away. Knowing that she couldn't have him, at least not until he was home for good.

"I don't know, did you have to add the tongue?" Drake asked, with a knowing smirk. Enjoying how his mother's face rapidly blushed.

"So what is that delicious aroma that's filling our house that I smell?" Iliana asked, burying her lust, her want, her yearning deep within her as her heart fluttered as she tasted her son on her lips. In reality all she wanted to do was take hold of her son's face and experience that kiss again. Nonetheless, as her gaze turned back to her son, all she saw was his back as he walked back to the kitchen.

"Chicken alfredo," Drake said, over his shoulder. "Hope you're okay with that?"

"Of course honey!" Iliana said excitedly, gesturing for Aidyn to close the door as she walked hurriedly into the kitchen. Her breath was caught in her throat at the sight of how their kitchen table was setup. Noting the air of intimacy as the flames of the candles flickered in the recirculated air. His father, or his brothers never went to this kind of trouble to set the mood for a simple dinner. "Drake, do I have time for a quick shower... or is it almost ready?"

"Umm..." opening the door to the oven checking on the bread, "should be ready in five minutes," Drake said, before closing the door and going back to coating the noodles in the cheese sauce. "I kind of timed it for when you got home. I'll remember for next time," he said, as he poured the pasta into the dish he had chosen for their meal.

"Okay, I'll be right back," Iliana said, dashing out of the kitchen, not seeing the knowing smirk on her son's face as she did.

"Whoa Mom, slow down," Franklin said, pressing himself against the wall as Iliana ran past. Shaking his head at how weird his mother has been acting ever since Drake had come home for winter break. "What's up with Mom?" he asked, as he walked into the kitchen. Opening the fridge and taking out a can of his and Aidyn's favorite brew.

"How would I know," Drake said, shrugging his shoulders as he washed the pan out. "You live with her, don't you know her well enough to know what her silent gestures mean?" he asked, looking over his shoulder as Franklin carried the bowl to the table.

"Come on man, who knows what goes on in a woman's head," Franklin sighed.

"And that's why you never will get into Emma's panties," Drake said, looking away as a wave of heat rose to greet him as he opened the door of the oven. "As soon as you fix that thinking of yours you might just get lucky," he said, smirking down at the bread. Knowing he had taken away their dream woman as he took her over and over again on his bed.

"Uh-huh, and all this isn't because you're still hooked on Mom?" Aidyn asked, stepping into the kitchen. Seeing how Drake peered over his shoulder at him.

"That's over, she doesn't want me, she made that very clear. This is simply called being a good son, when's the last time you two did anything for her without hoping to get some reward out of it. Women enjoy the little things, I would have thought the two of you would know that by now," Drake said, loading the towel lined bowl with all the sliced bread.

Tears rimmed her eyes as she pressed her back against the wall. Her lip trembled as her hands rested over her heart. How it tore at her to hear the sadness in his words even if her other sons couldn't hear it. "God. What have I done?" Iliana asked herself wiping her eyes. She didn't want Drake to see that she had overheard him. She would just have to live with the fact that she might never get to be with her son like he had so hoped for after she had so recklessly tossed him away.

"Everything smells so lovely Drake," Iliana said, as she appeared in the kitchen's doorway. "Thank you, for making dinner for us," she whispered before placing a kiss on his cheek as he sat the bowl in the center of the table.

Her eyes gazed at her son from over the rim of her wine glass. Watching how the muscles in his jaw moved as he chewed. The way his voice commanded the room when he spoke. The way the napkin moved along his lips as he wiped away the sauce that marred it. Dropping her head quickly, twirling the noodles around her fork, bring it up to her lips. "God. He can cook, if he ever..." Stopping her train of thought, she couldn't think like that. She gave up her right to her son the moment those words left her lips. Iliana had only herself to blame for that. Her eyes glanced down when she heard Drake's phone going off.

"Working tonight?" Iliana asked, trying to keep her sadness from her voice as Drake nodded. "Soon?"

"In an hour," Drake stated before draining the last of his white wine.

"Go get ready, we'll clean up," Iliana said, reaching across the table. Only wishing she could hold his hand if only for a moment. "You be safe okay?"

"Always am Mom," Drake said, rising from his seat.

Sliding into Aidyn's lap once he pulled her into him. His hands gently rubbing her back as she wept against his shoulder. She couldn't believe she'd been so stupid!

******

Chapter Five.

December of next year...

"Okay boys, remember we are here to visit your brother not to get in the way of his studies," Iliana said sternly, as her boys looked around the airport once they landed in Genoa, Italy. The moment she stepped off the plane she instantly felt her self-conscious peaking as the stunning women strolled by her and her sons. Something her sons didn't fail to notice. "Did you two hear me?"

"We heard," Aidyn said, his eyes wandering, uncertain at what gaze at. So he decided to gaze at the busty woman that was standing across the baggage claim area.

"You sure he won't mind us showing up like this?" Franklin asked, as he got his and his mother's bag from the conveyer.

"I want this to be a surprise," Iliana said, extending the handle of her suitcase. The time Drake spent at home was the hardest thing she had to do after she had listened to him fucking Emma. Having to put her desires to the back of her mind knowing her son was hurt deeply by her own actions. Still, as the days turned into months, the yearning never went away. In truth, it only grew as she and her son talked, their conversations gradually turning to a more sexual nature even if the hints were very subtle on her part.

How she would lay on her bed, with her fingers touching her peach as she spoke with her son. Then the day came and his departure to Italy weighed on her mind. Knowing that their daily conversations would come to a crawl. She didn't want to burden her son with the cost of calling international, however, when Drake told her to download the Messenger app to her phone. Emailing her son the screen name she had selected 'Lustfulmama' she wondered if he would get the hint.

Then as she was readying for bed, her phone went off. Her eyes grew wide, her smile touched her ears as her son's name appeared on the screen of her phone. How she giggled like a schoolgirl at the sound of her son's voice. For the first time since Drake had left the states she slept soundly. Then the pictures and videos poured in to her phone from every cathedral, ancient site, to the modern buildings that Drake went to see for a week out of every month. Yet it was his trip to Naples that truly pulled at her heart. Wishing how she could be there with him, to hold his hand as they walked through the city. To have his eyes only on her as they shared a meal at a small quiet café. Remembering the email she had wrote him during his trip to Florence.

To my dearest Drake,

How I long to be with you in Italy. To be at your side as you travel around the country studying things that I can't truly appreciate like you can. To feel the Mediterranean Sea air on my skin, the way the sun would bathe you as we walked along the beaches. I know I have no right to think things like this given those words I said to you over a year ago. Yet I can't help how my mind failed to see the man you have grown into. I let my anger and my lust blind me to man that laid there waiting to be awakened. How I wish it was me that did that, but that's not the case here. I want you to know how proud I am of you, and how much I miss you. Our home isn't the same with you gone from our lives -- from my life. I will always regret the words I spoke to you. I pray that you can find it in your heart to forgive me. I hope when you get this you're having a good time in Florence; I hope you're being safe over there. No telling what Italian women are like. I might just come to find out some alluring woman has finally managed to get her hooks into you and to learn that you're settling down. I sure hope not, because... Drake, I'm in love with you.

I know, I know. I said those things. Stupid things. Yet I can't help it. Every time I look at you I want you; I need you, my body, mind, and heart longs for you. But I have to live with that, and I won't impose myself onto you. I gave that up on that afternoon. I just wanted you to know how much of an idiot your mother is for not seeing what was in front of me all this time. I'll end this here, I'm sure you have much to do. I am in love with you. Don't you ever forget that!

Love,

Your stupid, caring mother.

"Where can I take you?" asked a middle aged man with a thick Italian accent as he spoke English as she and her sons stood outside the airport. Iliana ignored how man was eyeing her lustfully. The only men who was allowed to do that were her sons.

"I don't how to say this," Iliana said, opening up the Messenger app, showing the man the address to her son's home while he was studying in Italy.

"That's a beautiful place, right along the beach. I can certainly take you," the man said smiling, knowing he was going to make a hefty sum. "So are you here on vacation or business?" the man asked, making small talk as they pulled away from the curb.

Iliana stared out the window in awe of the sight of her son's temporary home. She had seen the pictures that he had sent her, yet it didn't compare to seeing it in person. The light yellow paint glowed in the early morning light. The white lace curtains were open allowing her to peer into her son's home. Wondering what memories he had formed within those walls. Hoping that he would come home after his year abroad. She didn't know how she would cope if Drake decided to stay forever.

"That will be two hundred Euros," the man said, turning in his seat once he put his cab into park as they sat in front of Via Gerolamo Gaslini, 16150 Genova GE.

Iliana looked to her sons then to her wallet. She couldn't believe she had forgotten to exchange her cash when they were at the airport. "We only have US Dollars; will you wait so I can see if my son has it?" Iliana asked, with pleading eyes.

"Sure, but the meter is still running," the man said, wondering if he could just take out a trade for some pussy if they couldn't pay.

Iliana didn't hesitate as she jumped out of the cab. Looking back as her sons removed their luggage from the cab's trunk. Her finger trembled as it hovered over the doorbell before pressing it. She heard movement within his home, yet that wasn't all that she heard. The sounds of women speaking, granted it was in Italian, she had no problem understanding a woman's voice.

"Ciao... Mom?!" Drake's eyes widened in shock as his mother stood there smiling at him. "What are you doing here? I thought..." His eyes flickered over her left shoulder at the sight of his brothers.

"Umm... honey, I kind of forgot to exchange my money at the airport and I don't have any Euros to pay for our cab,' Iliana said, trying to keep her voice steady as she gazed at her son's bare chest that his opened robe allowed her to view. Her nostrils flared, her nipples instantly got rock hard at the sight of her son's soft member, before Drake quickly closed his robe. "Oh. My. Fucking. God. That thing has to be huge!" she screamed at herself in her head.

"Okay, tell him to give me a few, kind of got someone..."

"It's okay, we can wait out here. You weren't expecting us," Iliana said, her face rapidly heated. Feeling her panties beginning to conform to her throbbing labia. As her lustful mind wondered what that soft cock would look like in its full glory. Turning her back to him, clenching her hands as she fought the tremors as her panties brushed along her moistening cunt as she walked back to the cab.

"Scusa per l'attesa (Sorry about the wait)," Drake said, peering into the driver's side window. "Quanto costava la tariffa? (How much did the fare cost?)"

"210 Euros," the man replied. A little sad that he wouldn't be able to take a trade out on that woman's American ass.

"Give me a minute to see my guests off," Drake said, walking back to his home as his mother nodded as the cab drove off.

Aidyn and Franklin leaned against the railing of Drake's front porch. Their jaws dropped as a six foot tall woman and five foot three miniature version of the older woman stepped out of Drake's home.

"Mi scuso... (I apologize...)," Drake words were stilled as his client caressed his face.

"Non c'è bisogno (No need)," his client said, her eyes peered at the stunned men that stood on his porch from the corner of her left eye. Slyly noting how the woman that sat in the chair had her head bowed. "Apprezzo che lei abbia concesso questo cambiamento di programma alla nostra "data". Mia figlia aveva bisogno di qualcuno per mostrarle che lo sciocco non è tutto nel mondo. (I appreciate you granting this change of plans to our 'date'. My daughter needed someone to show her that the fool is not everything in the world.)"

"È stato un piacere mostrarle cosa ha perso quel ragazzo (It was a pleasure to show you what that boy lost)," Drake said coyly. Watching how her daughter's eyes fluttered as he lightly pinched her right nipple.

"Martedì prossimo, ho una funzione, sarà in grado di partecipare? (Next Tuesday, I have a function, will you be able to participate?)"

"Sì (Yes)," Drake nodded. Leaning in passionately kissing his client goodbye like his Italian Madam required of all her gigolos. Feeling her hand slipping into his robe's pocket, noting the thick envelope that contained the money for providing his nightly services plus the extra fee for a mother/daughter threesome.

As his lips left the eighteen-year-old's Drake could see how her mind was somewhere else as she sank into her bliss. He was a male whore, no reasonable woman would date him, not that he cared. He enjoyed the life, and the number of women he slept with. It only increased once he landed in Italy. It seemed to him his Madam in the states and the one he was working for while studying had promoted his arrival ahead of time.

"Ti dispiacerebbe se raddoppiassimo di nuovo? (Would you mind if we doubled up again?)" His client asked, causing the two of them to smile lustfully as Drake shook his head. As they turned to leave the two women had no trouble noting the bulges in the strange men's pants as they left. Smirking coyly at them as his client swayed her ass as she and her daughter walked to her awaiting car that stood ready while she and her daughter were getting their brains fucked out of them.

"Okay, so, hi, you're early," Drake said, turning to his family once his client's car pulled away from his home.

"Sorry Drake," Iliana said softly, as she got to her feet. "I wanted to surprise you, I didn't think you'd be... entertaining anyone," she said bashfully, unable to get the sight of her son's cock out of her mind.

"I thought you would be coming alone?"

"Dude, did you think we would let Mom travel alone. The cab driver alone gave us reason to be here," Franklin said, in a stern brotherly voice.

"Yeah, if we hadn't been there he would probably try to rape her or something, given the look we saw when he would look at her," Aidyn said, studying his little brother. Wondering how the hell he could be pulling all these beautiful women. He sure as hell wanted to know what they were speaking about.

"Ah. Well, I only have two bedrooms, so you three might have to..."

"Drake!" Iliana interrupted as she quickly stepped up to her youngest son. "I wouldn't mind sleeping in your bed," she said, feeling her skin becoming flushed with heat.

"You sure about that?" Drake asked, quizzically. He had read her email, he didn't respond. He wanted her to think he wasn't going to return it. If Drake was truthful with himself, his mother was the only woman he truly wanted. No matter how many beautiful, gorgeous women he has slept with. Even at forty-one his mother was still the most beautiful woman in his eyes. Still, he was going to make her crazy with lust before he even thought about taking her like she wanted to be taken.

"Let's finish this in the heat, shall we?" Drake said, welcoming them into his temporary home. "Your bedroom is down the hall to the left, bathroom is across from it," he said, pointing to the hallway as he closed the front door. "Linens have been changed yesterday, so you don't have to worry about a dusty bed." Seeing his brothers' nod as they carried their bags down the hallway. "Guess I need to clean out some drawers for you," Drake stated noting how her green eyes lustered.

Looking back as his bedroom door closed. Staggering back as his mother took hold of his face. His eyes went wide as he felt her hand fidgeting with his robe as she attacked his lips.

"Let me hold it baby, let me feel how much of a man you've become," Iliana said, in a sultry tone. Her eyes pleading with his that she needed this. Needed to know what exactly she unknowingly gave up. Watching his eyes as she undid the belt of his robe. Her breath was hot against his lips as her hand wrapped around Drake's soft member. "God. I've been such a fool," she muttered as she stared down at her son's thick cock.

She could barely get her hand around it. Drake wasn't as long as his brothers were, they were in the eight inch range but lacked the thickness as the heat of his erection burned in the palm of her hand as she held Drake's seven and a half inch cock. If she had to guess Drake was close to four inches thick. How she wanted it in her mouth and her pussy. She knew if she had that plowing her she'd be moaning to the high heavens. That wasn't about to be as Drake stepped out of her grasp.

"I think that's enough," Drake said, closing his robe. Inwardly smirking as he noted the lust in her eyes as she stared at how his cock tented his robe. "I think me getting dress would be best, don't you?" he asked, stripping the bed of the soiled sheets. Letting his mother see the giant wet spot on his burgundy sheets. Cleaning out the top three drawers of his dresser, placing his clothes on the now naked bed. Gathering up a long sleeve shirt, a pair of jeans and underwear before heading into his bathroom. Drake had purposely left it open enough that should his mother wish to peek she could see his reflection in the mirror.

Iliana's breath was caught in her chest as she held her clothes in her hand as she started to unpack for her week long stay with her son. Her eyes couldn't look away as she watched him stroking that hard cock. How her canal quivered as she remembered how her panties once adorned that magnificent rod of his. Hurriedly kicking off her shoes, if she hurried she could give him something that she so arrogantly harmed.

"Drake? Here," Iliana said, feeling her face burning as she stuck her arm through the crack of the door with her panties dangling in her fingers. She couldn't believe she was standing in his bedroom bottomless.

"I thought you wanted me to stop?" Drake asked, confused.

"I changed my mind, if I offer them to you... would you... let me watch?"

"You want to watch me jack off?" Drake asked, as he pulled the door open.

Iliana nodded her head vigorously as her gaze burned into that protruding member. Noting how his cock swelled as her son's eyes fell on the little strip of trimmed hair that lined her mons Venus. "God. I just want to run my tongue along the head of it," she thought to herself as she felt her mouth watering. Biting her lip as Drake inhaled her scent. Hoping he liked the smell of her pussy. Walking backwards to his bed, lowering her backside onto the mattress. Taking off her sweater, unclasping her bra, allowing her son to gaze at her 36D breasts and her naked body.

"I know it's too late to give you this, yet please let the image of my body get you off," Iliana cooed as she spread her legs. Allowing her son to peer at her moistening labia as he wrapped her soiled panties around his shaft. Sucking on her lower lip as she fondled her right breast as her eyes watched the head of his cock. Listening to how his pre-cum resounded in his room as he masturbated for her. "Drake?" Her voice carried a lustful tone as she gazed into his eyes.

"Hmm?"

"Will you shoot your cum into my mouth. I promise I won't suck it. I just want to taste you." Whimpering as she sank two fingers into her pussy. Feeling his left hand on top of her head, her green eyes peering up at him as she opened her mouth to accept his seed. Feeling it striking the roof of her mouth as rope after rope filled it. It took all her will not to wrap her lips around it as Drake brushed the tip of his rod along her lower lip wiping off the last drop onto it. Letting him see that she swallowed it all without hesitation. Falling back onto his bed once Drake went to get dressed.

"Nice place," Aidyn said, once Drake left his room after his shower.

"Thanks," Drake replied as he walked into his kitchen. Seeing his mother blush hard as she handed him the cappuccino she had made for him.

"Drake... can we... take a walk on the beach sometime?" Iliana asked shyly, as she took a sip of her own cappuccino, something she's gotten good at making. Hoping that he remembered the email she had sent to him.

"Sure, it will be cold though," Drake said, opening up the cupboard for the tin of biscotti.

"I bet you had a great view of the beach during the summer," Franklin said, with a coy smirk as he took a sip of his latte. Leaning forward, his eyebrows rose as he peered into the tin once Drake took the lid off.

"Of course, it is, after all, a nude beach," Drake said, dipping his biscotti into his coffee. Smirking when his mother choked on her coffee.

"You're kidding, right?" Aidyn asked, to which his twin brother nodding along.

"Nope. There's tons of them in Europe, I just happen to live on the edge of one," Drake said, teasing his brothers mercilessly. Loving the look of hate his brothers were burning into his hide. "It'll be an interesting spring break, that's for sure," he said, draining his cup and the last bit of his biscuit. "So, you all feel like sightseeing or is the jet lag getting to you?"

******

Tuesday night minutes before sunset...

Iliana snuggled herself deep into her son's peacoat. Her green eyes gazed out onto the Mediterranean Sea as Drake stood to the right of her. Tilting her head back, her eyes were closed as the gentle breeze flowed past them. Her mind went back to how his cum tasted on her tongue. Feeling her body heat wondering what it would be like to feel it surging up his cock when her mouth was wrapped around it. Feeling every rope swelling the underside of his cock as his cum erupted from its tip.

"Its so beautiful," Iliana whispered as the waning winter sun shone along those deep blue, white capped waves. "Drake?"

"Yes."

"I fear that you'll fall in love with this place and never come home," Iliana said, looking over at her son, leaving out the 'to me' part.

"Italy is nice and all, the wine is good, it's not illegal here," a smirk formed on his lips as he glanced at his mother, "but it's not home," Drake said, as the wind tugged at his hair.

Iliana's hands cupped her mouth as those words escaped her son's lips. Her lower lip trembled behind her hands. Trying to hold back her tears, ever since he traveled to Italy this underlying fear has been in the back of her mind.

"Isn't the drinking age twenty-one here?" Iliana asked, lowering her hands.

"No, its sixteen here," Drake said, watching how the sun bathed his mother's body as they stood alone on that sandy beach.

"What?! Oh thank god, I didn't raise the three of you here," Iliana chuckled. Stepping closer to her youngest son, wrapping her arms around his left, her right hand rested over his bicep. Pressing his arm deeply into the valley of her breasts. Resting her right cheek on his shoulder as they stood silently watching the sun dipping below the horizon. "When your time here is done, are you going back to New York?" she asked, with baited breath.

"Yeah, but it's a whole lot closer than Italy is. But then, I won't be working my butt off just to come here, so more free time."

"Then you'll be coming home every chance you get?" Iliana asked, hopefully. Her heart leaped as Drake nodded. "So when you're done with college, will you move back home?"

"You... really want me too?" Drake asked, looking into those stunning eyes of hers.

"Yes baby, I want you home," Iliana spoke as her left hand reached out, caressing his right cheek as she rose, placing a sweet lingering kiss on his lips, "I know my actions have pushed you away. I will always regret that Drake. Yet you're my baby, it doesn't feel right you being so far away." Her green eyes studied his still seeing the little boy she raised, the boy who had suckled on her breasts, and now the man that made her body heat at just the thought of him. The way his voice could stir her nectar to gather, to how his face tormented her dreams as it was planted between her legs. "Come, let's go see if that fireplace works," Iliana said, coyly.

******

Christmas Eve, one in the morning...

"Oh God, it tastes so good!" Iliana moaned in her mind as her lips glided along her son's cock. She did try to control herself as she slept beside her son all throughout the week. However, as she rolled over in her sleep, her eyes opening slowly, her lips held a warm smile as she gazed at her son's face. True, her twins did sleep in her bed, yet that was just about sex. Love was there yes, only that love was for a mother and her sons, this love was far different than what she and her twins shared. She could see herself wrapping herself around her son not as a mother, but as his lover. The only lover that her son would ever need. Nonetheless, the moment she saw that taut tent in the very weak light of his alarm clock. Her mind couldn't think of anything else but to have it within the welcoming warmth of her mouth.

Her eyes glanced to her son's face as she slyly traced her fingers down Drake's chest. Biting back her shuttering breath as she felt those hard muscles beneath the pads of her fingers. Stopping just at the edge of the sheet that covered that hard cock that's been tormenting her the moment she had first seen it in its full glory. Making sure Drake was still asleep, she didn't want him waking up with his root buried deep within her mouth.

Easing the sheet off, her heart hammered in her throat as she stared so lewdly as her son's covered cock. While she tended to sleep in nothing but a t-shirt and panties, she had purloined a set of pajama pants from Drake. Hoping that he would feel comfortable sharing the same bed with her if she did that. Watching his face as she gently snaked out his cock through the slit of his boxer-briefs and the fly of his own pajama pants. "Oh. I'm going to enjoy this," Iliana said to herself as her hand slowly ran up and down his shaft.

Her eyes fluttered as her tongue ran along his crown before sinking down on that stout pole. "He's so going to tear me apart! I can't wait!" She giggled in her mind as his cock poked the back of her throat. Her eyes glanced over to her sleeping son as she kept her movement from shaking the bed. Inhaling deeply once she had eased off his cock. Her eyes danced gleefully as her hands stroked his slick cock to give her sore jaw a rest.

Running her tongue along her upper lip as her thumb rubbed his crown in a small circular pattern. Her breasts jostled beneath her shirt as she smiled lustfully at her son's cock. Recounting every daydream at her desk, every night she had touched herself as they spoke over the phone, to every fantasy she had of this very moment. None of it could compare to actually having her son's cock gliding through her mouth.

Her eyes shot quickly over to her son as the lamp beside the bed clicked on. Her fear filled her green eyes being caught red handed with his cock firmly planted in her mouth as his blue-green eyes peered down at her. "What the hell are you doing?!" Drake shouted.

"Baby, let me explain..." Iliana's heart raced as Drake quickly slipped his wet cock back into his pajamas.

"These are your words: I will not now nor will I ever sleep with you," Drake growled surging from his bed.

"Drake wait, let me explain... please!" Iliana pleaded with her son as he stomped towards his bedroom door.

"I'm sleeping on the couch!" Drake said, slamming the door closed behind him. He fought himself from letting his smile show as the light of the guest bedroom quickly came on. Knowing his plan was coming along nicely if his mother was willing to suck his cock in the middle of the night while he was asleep. Then she was nearing the stage to pluck the fruit of his long drawn out plan. However, he wasn't about to fuck her now. No. He wanted that to be on her bed in the very room she had humiliated him in all those months ago. Then maybe she would learn never to judge someone on their looks.

Iliana sobbed like mad into the comforter. Her hands beat on the mattress at the stupidity of her own damn words. "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!" Her cry was muffled as she vented her frustration into her son's bed. Wondering why he couldn't see her like all those women he has brought to this home, fucked on that very bed, made them moan as he pounded that hard, veiny, engorged cock into them. God. She was so fucking horny. She's been on edge ever since the first night. It's been four days since she's had anything hard thrusting into her wet cunt.

Why couldn't Drake look past her words and see that she has changed?! That she needed him more than he would ever know. Her hand trailed down her stomach, slipping beneath the waistband of her pajamas. "Please Drake, come back, I need you," Iliana moaned as her fingers ran through her wet lips. "Drake." Her voice trembled as she uttered his name.

"Bro... what's going on?" Franklin asked, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

"Don't worry about it, go back to bed," Drake said, taking a spare blanket from the linen closet he always kept there in case something came up and it was needed.

"Drake," Franklin softened his tone as he grasped his brother's left arm, "what happened?"

"Woke up to her sucking my cock. I don't need a pity suck, or fuck for that matter. You might want to go check on her, give her what she needs," Drake said, taking the extra pillow he kept in closet as well. "Just keep it down, I have places to be tonight."

"Frank," her eyes glistened as her eldest son appeared in the doorway, "please fuck me," Iliana said, pushing down her pajama pants. Presenting her ass to her son, spreading her wet lips, showing him how eager her pussy was for something hard -- namely Drake's cock -- yet he wasn't going to fuck her like she longed for. "Help your mother to forget her pain," she pleaded as she peered over her shoulder.

"Change my sheets when you're done," Drake said, waving his brother on as Franklin looked at him as Drake laid on his left side. Hiding the wicked smile on his face knowing now that his mother definitely wanted him unlike how she proclaimed on that day.

******

"I so love this car," Aidyn said, as he sat in the passenger seat of Drake's Audi A6 once they had landed back in the states three days after Christmas. His mother would never allow either one of them to drive it. He had to admit Drake was right, they would definitely drive the car into the ground if they ever got their hands on the keys.

"Mom, are you okay?" Franklin asked, as he leaned forward, placing his hand on her shoulder.

"No," Iliana said, in a soft whine. Ever since that night Drake had distanced himself from her all over again. All she wanted to do is show her son how much of a fool she was and that she should have given him what he has lusted after for so long. "I'm such an idiot for ever saying that to my own son!" she wailed as she collapsed forward. Crying her heart out as her hands clutched the steering wheel, her red hair cascaded down as she pressed her forehead against it.

"Mom, come climb in the back and let Aidyn drive us home," Franklin said, lovingly.

"Drake wouldn't like that," Iliana said, in-between sobs.

"I promise, I'll do the speed limit and take it easy on the car. You're in no shape to drive Mom," Aidyn said, reaching over taking hold of her hand.

"Y-you promise?" Iliana asked, as her tear laden cheeks glistening in the lights of the parking lot after their twenty hour flight.

"I promise," Aidyn nodded. "Okay, what the hell is wrong with Mom?" he whispered as he slid over the console as their mother walked to the rear door.

"I think she's in love with Drake. We'll talk more later," Franklin said quickly, as the rear driver side door opened. "Shh. It's going to be okay Mom," he whispered as he held her as she wept into his chest.

"Bro?" Franklin warned as Aidyn was getting a little too heavy footed with Drake's car.

"Sorry, this thing is just fucking... awesome," Aidyn said, wondering if all luxury cars drove like his brother's.

"I know," Iliana said, weakly. "It's the highlight of my day to drive this into work. You should have seen the looks on their faces as I climbed out of it."

"I can imagine," Aidyn nodded. "Mom?"

"Y-yes."

"Are you in love with Drake?" Aidyn asked, as he threw on the turn signal for the off ramp that led to their home.

"Y-yes," Iliana answered weakly.

"Why haven't you told him?" Franklin asked, as he peered down at his mother as she rested her head in his lap.

"I have, I don't deserve Drake's love. What kind of woman says that to her own son? Would either one of you want me if I belittled you in front of your brother? Would you want to lay with the woman, be with her as your woman when you were humiliated by her?" Iliana asked, as she sniffled. "I thought so," she said, as her sons were silent. "I'll just have to live with the fact that my baby only sees me as his mother, and not the woman that wants to..."

"Shh, I understand," Franklin said, trying to ease his mother's grief. Pondering on what his mother just said, he really didn't have a good answer to that. Yet it did make him truly look at himself. At the man he had become, and some of the things he saw in himself he didn't like.

"I'm going to sleep in Drake's room tonight. I need to be close to him even if I can't be with him," Iliana uttered sadly. Hugging her boys tightly to her, taking the car keys from Aidyn.

Sighing loudly as she entered her home, walking around making sure everything was alright during their time away. Making a mental note to call Emma tomorrow to personally thank her for housesitting for her. Once she was sure everything was where she had left them before their trip. Tentatively, ascending the stairs to a room she hasn't entered in almost two years now. Ever since he had given her the keys to his car, she knew the key to his door was on it, yet she never went in even to simply dust it. She thought that would be breaking his trust in her. Nevertheless, she needed to be close to him right now, and he wasn't going to be home for five long sorrowful months.

Curling herself into a ball, hugging one of his pillows tightly to her chest. Inhaling the very faded scent of her son on the pillow case. Her tears falling onto his bed hoping against all hope that one day, one day, her son would love her like she had somehow fallen for him without even realizing it.

"Night Mom, get some sleep okay?" Her twins said in unison. It always brought a smile to her lips whenever they did that. They might not look identical, still they did act like it every so often.

"I will, thank you for taking care of me, you're very good sons to a mother that doesn't..."

"Mom. Stop. So you said some things, sucked him while he was asleep." Iliana's cheeks heated at the thought of how Drake's cock felt in her mouth. "When Drake gets home from Italy, sit him down, do what you have to, to show him how much you love him, and just be happy. That's all we really want Mom, I'm sure Drake would say the same," Franklin said, trying to lighten his mother's mood.

"O-okay, I'll work on it. I have five months to plan for when your brother comes home," Iliana said, wiping away her tears. Blowing her sons a kiss as Drake's bedroom door closed, telling them goodnight as their jet lag was catching up to them, as well as her own, given that they were finally home.

She was about on the cusp of sleep as the heater kicked on causing a weird rattling sound in one of the vents. Iliana tried to ignore it as she rolled over to face the other wall. And still, the rattling grew louder in her ears like the beating heart under the floor boards in Eager Allen Poe's "A Telltale Heart'. "Fuck!" Iliana growled knowing it would be doing it all night long if she didn't see what the problem was. She had no idea how Drake could sleep with that noise going off every time the heater or the central A/C came on. Moving the nightstand out of the way, once she had turned the lamp on to get at the vent that it was blocking.

"Where're the screws for this thing?" Iliana muttered as the vent cover came off without a problem. Knowing she was going to have a talk to Drake about that. That was until she saw the red folder that sat diagonally in the ducting. "What the hell is this?" she asked the empty room, as she pulled it out. Arching an eyebrow at the strange name adorning the front of the folder. Wondering why her son would have this if it didn't belong to him. Setting it on the bed, lifting herself up after replacing the vent. Sighing when that rattle was no longer existent. Pushing the nightstand back into place without waking her sons. "Okay Drake, just what are you hiding from me?" Iliana asked aloud as she opened the folder as she sat on the edge of his bed. "Escorts?! How can he afford an escort?"

Watching how a small business card fell out as she took the pamphlet out. Staring inquisitively at the back of it seeing a screenname and a password was written on it, for what she didn't know. Setting it and the pamphlet to the side, looking through the paperwork that was within it. Her eyes moved over her son's handwriting. Her fingers pressed against her lips as it read like something you would find in an old Playboy magazine when they actually had naked women in them. "Oh God. No wonder he has money. No wonder he could buy that car. No!" Iliana hissed softly.

"I won't let Drake do this anymore! I have got to stop him," Iliana muttered as she paced his room. "This can't stand..." Her eyes glanced over to the bed with all the photos of her son in various stages of undress yet none were in the nude, "okay, maybe he isn't having sex with any of them," she muttered as she chewed on her nail. It was his money that was paying for everything, it was his money that kept the lights on, the roof over their heads. Stopping in her tracks recounting how the woman who walked out of his home slipped something into his pocket. "Oh God. My son's a gigolo?!" Iliana sank down onto his bed. Looking over to her left, her hand moving along Drake's picture when he was eighteen.

Gazing into those eyes of his, as he stood there with his shirt unbuttoned showing off his chest. Her eyes moving along them all seeing how his body progressed to its current state. Her hand squeezed her right breast as she bit her lip as her carnal desire began to rise as it felt like Drake was staring at her. As if he was silently telling her to look to see what could have been hers.

"Why must you be so cruel to me Drake? Why must you be away from me? Why won't you love me... like a woman?!" Biting back her moan as her fingers rubbed her hot little mound. Her thighs closed trapping her hand as she toyed with her covered mound. Her hand slipped beneath her shirt, pushing her bra up, her breathing increased as she touched herself in her son's room. Thinking of the day when she could be with him. "Yes Drake, touch your mother, make her feel good," Iliana panted as her hand rolled her breast as her fingers rubbed her clit.

"Please Drake, I need you inside of me. I need to show you how much of a fool I've been," she spoke to her absent son. "Drake..." Her back arched, the tips of her hair teased his bed as her head tilted back. Her body shook as her orgasmic juices struck her panties as her fingers pressed on her entrance.

"Okay..." Her chest heaved as she came down from her orgasmic high, "now what am I going to do about this?" Iliana asked the silent room. Picking up the photo that looked like it was taken during Christmas break when he was home from New York. Biting her lip as it appeared as whoever was taking the photo was above Drake as he laid on a bed, his hands behind his head allowing the light to play along his sculpted chest, keeping herself from drooling knowing exactly what laid beneath that white sheet that hid his manhood.

Her fingers trailed down her son's chest. Dreaming that she was in that room, his smile falling on her as she crawled along the bed towards him. The way her breasts would sway, how those eyes of his would follow them. How his fingers would feel as they moved along her bare ass. Looking over at the pamphlet, picking it up, if her son was an escort, then maybe, just maybe... a sinful smile formed on her lips at the thought that raced through her mind.

Seeing the web address on the bottom of the folded page then to the business card she had sat on the nightstand. Her eyes flickered to her son's computer. Hoping he hadn't put a password on it. Stripping out of her clothes, she was far from done with touching herself. If her son had more risqué photos on there who was she not to take liberties with herself as she masturbated to her son. Iliana felt so naughty sitting in her son's computer chair in the buff as the glow of the monitor shown along her skin. A triumphant smile formed on her face once she typed in the screenname and password.

Gasping at the amount that a night with her son would cost a woman. Wondering just how good he could be if he was making that kind of money. She did read the disclaimer that there was no sex during the 'date' and what happened afterwards between two consenting adults wasn't the companies concern. Yet she could read between the lines, wondering how much more was it should the woman of that evening want what her son was packing. Going onto their FAQ page typing in how much it was for a woman 'If' she wanted to sleep with Drake, yet she typed in the fake name he used. Her jaw dropped at the sum of three grand and that didn't include the money just for the 'date', she couldn't believe her son was making anywhere from twenty-hundred to fifty-five hundred a night, when she got a reply instantly which read: 'For one woman three grand another three if you want to add another to the mix. I don't know about his time in America, yet since he's been in Italy. I've used his services two to three times a week.

He's a very charming man, sometimes it's not about the sex. Dante always makes me feel like I'm the only one he's with when he accompanies me to whichever event I have for that week unlike my lousy husband. I tell him every day I get home after Dante fucks me like a real woman, that he'll never have my pussy as long as Dante remains in Italy. Yet I know he's going home soon, so I need to make sure I wear that cock out as much as I can. I hope this helps you. I promise you if you pick Dante you won't be disappointed.' Iliana had to translate that from Italian. Her mind raced wondering if she could save up enough money to get that date with him.

Now that her divorce was over and writing her husband and sister out of her will. She knew her parents did the same when they learned how Lesly had been sleeping around with Mario for ten years behind her and her own husband's back. How she smiled wickedly when her parents told Lesly that they had disowned her for her betrayal. How Lesly cursed up a storm over the conference call they had with her. Telling her if she wants to be with Mario so much she might as well stay in the Far East and not bother to contact them again. Since then she hasn't heard a word from Mario or Lesly and she saw that as no loss to her.

Her finger ran along the scroll wheel of the mouse as her eyes absorbed all the photos that someone had taken of Drake. Her clit twitched as she came upon the full nudes of him, licking her lips as that cock beckoned to her. Her eyes widening once she came upon the few videos there were of him. Turning down the volume, she wasn't about to be found out by her other sons, nor was she about to allow this secret to leave her lips so easily.

Her fingers moved slyly along her labia as her feet were propped against the table's edge. "Yes baby, strip for mama," Iliana purred as those blue-green eyes had a seductive look to them as he stared into the camera as he slowly unbuttoned his shirt. Wondering how those circling hips would feel as he rolled that cock of his within her hot canal. Nodding in approval as the camera moved around him showing off his back. "Yes Drake, take them off let me see that ass," she cooed licking her hand before vigorously rubbing that throbbing bud. "You fucking tease!" Iliana pouted as the video ended just as Drake started to lower his pants.

"What's this one?" Iliana inquired when it showed only an image of a smooth stomach.

"Oh fuck yes! God. That's a fat cock!" Iliana's eyes widened as the woman's moans came over the speakers.

"Now this is what I'm talking about," Iliana said, excitedly. Pausing the video, looking through his drawers for something to fuck herself with. Finding nothing, opening Drake's door, peeking into the hallway, hearing her sons snoring in their rooms. Keeping her giggle contained as she tiptoed to her room. She was not about to let her boys ruin this moment. Iliana so wanted to see her son in action. Gently opening up her nightstand drawer, a sinful smirk formed on her lips at the dildo she hasn't used in three long years. Walking quickly into her bathroom, gently turning on the faucet so the water wouldn't wake Franklin whose room was right next to her master bathroom. Cleaning the dust and old dried cum on it as her soapy hand ran down that rubber phallus.

Placing a kiss on the tip of that fake cock once she had dried it off. "I'm naming you Drake, you hear that?" Iliana said, shaking the dildo playfully. Her ass jiggled as she silently made her way back to Drake's room. Locking his door, she didn't want Aidyn or Franklin ruining her pleasure. Returning to the position she had before she went to retrieve her dildo. Tilting her head back, the head of that rubberized cock slipping past her lips. It's been a long time since she's done this and it normally was when her own juices were coating it. Feeling her throat bulging as she deep throated the dildo. Gasping as a string of saliva anchored her to its head once she had energetically throat fucked herself. Closing her eyes as she sucked on its head, dreaming that it was Drake's cock that her tongue was teasing. Imagining the moans that she would produce out of him.

Biting back her whimper as she ran the dildo's slick head through her labia. Hissing as its broad head breached her peach. It was one of the reasons that she had stopped using it, it was a tad too thick for her to use all the time and not be left looser than a wind sock in a tornado. Her finger hit the left mouse button restarting the video.

"Oh you like that cock huh?" Iliana nodded as she eased his stand-in into her hot cunt.

"Fuck Drake," Iliana hissed softly as she inched the dildo deeper. Her sons and her ex-husband had average sized girths. The dildo was just as big as her baby boy, and she was going to prepare herself for the time when she could finally get him between her legs. "That's it baby fuck your mother. God. Son. You feel so good," she lightly moaned as she backed off at her son's length. Her hand pumping away as she watched video after video that was on Drake's escort page. "Drake... I'm cumming, oh god, I'm cumming on your hard cock baby!" Iliana squealed as her orgasmic juices surged out as that cream coated rubber phallus left her cunt.

Her chest heaved, feeling her canal clenching and unclenching trying to go back to its normal size. Sucking her juices from the head of the dildo as she watched her son's cum dripping out of the condom he had used onto the woman's breasts as the woman begged for it as Iliana rubbed her clit. "Well Drake, at least you're smart in not going bareback in them. I would hate that I can't feel that naked cock in me because you caught some STD from one of the sluts you fuck," she said, to the computer screen.

"Now Drake what would you think of me touching myself in your room, hmm?" Iliana asked to no one, as she spanked her naughty pussy lightly. "I bet that eighteen-year-old mind would have imploded in on itself to see me like this," she chuckled. "Yet now, you're a man, a man that knows how to fuck. I do wonder baby, just how fucking good are you going to fuck your own mother. If I can't have you the normal way, then I'll just have to become one of your clients. And that my son, is where I'm going to show you just how much I am in love with you. So you continue being a gigolo as long as you keep that cock covered and I'll be your willing cuckquean and willingly swallow any load from another woman's pussy," Iliana stated as she powered off his computer.

******

Chapter Six.

May of that year...

Drake climbed out of the cab and removed his bags as the car sat in front of his childhood home. It was nice to finally be home. His time in Italy, while fun had also been lucrative, he was glad to have stated that he would only accept USD due to the exchange rate. Thirteen cents on every dollar does add up when you're making twenty-five hundred a night. That doesn't include the extra he made when he took whichever client of the night to his bed. Slipping his hand into his pocket slyly pulling a hundred dollar bill off his money clip and paying the driver. "Next time beautiful." Drake spoke in a seductive tone as the mid-forties woman, he wouldn't call her a BBW or chubby, but thick (She wore the weight well), and she was gorgeous. "Keep it, treat yourself to something nice," he said, as the woman madly blushed as she held out the fifty with a shaky hand.

"Please do take care of yourself," Drake said, with sultry tone. "If that husband of yours doesn't treat you better, you come find me," nodding to his house, "and I'll make you forget all about him for a night," he said, caressing her hand, feeling her tremble as his thumb brushed along the back of it. "As you see, I don't boast," Drake said, showing off the outline of his cock. Smiling when her eyes wouldn't leave the outline of his hard rod.

He had once worn pants that were loose to hide his manhood whenever he got an erection. Now, he purposely showed off the goods. It had gotten him at least twenty different rich clients in America and Italy at whichever event he was hired to go to. However, those were paying clients, there were few women he slept with just for his own enjoyment.

"Can... I..." The woman's stammered as Drake saw the lust in her eyes. He knew the way the man spoke to her; her sex life had taken a very big hit to the point her eyes were wondering -- namely staring at him all through the drive to his home.

"Covered or...?" Drake asked, stepping closer to the driver's side door.

"Uncovered," she said, her brown eyes gazed up at him. It'd been some time since anyone -- namely her husband -- had even flirted, hit on, or offered her a chance to be taken to bed. Watching how her fare looked around before his hands went to his zipper. "Oh my..." Her voice was stolen as the fattest cock she's ever laid eyes on hung before her. "I want it in my mouth," she purred seeing his nod before her lips engulfed his rod. She was in heaven as she felt it harden in her warm, welcoming mouth. Her eyes telling him she wanted his cum, to shoot that hot, sticky, salty seed down her throat. She had nearly forgotten what cum tasted like as it flooded her mouth. "I'll keep what you said in mind. I do love that old coot," she grumbled.

"Then you tell him, he better start treating you right because there are others out here that willing to give you what you need," Drake said, slowly putting his cock away.

"Oh, I'll make sure he knows." Her eyes were still glued to his cock as she took a picture of Drake and the outline of his softening rod. "That someone with a bigger cock wants to fuck me, and if he doesn't treat me like how I treat him -- like a King -- then I'll be bouncing on it before he even knows it," she said, with a warm smile as she peered up at him.

"That a girl, if all else fails, you know where to find me, although the bed does squeak; and I plan on making all the noise in the world on it," Drake stated returning the woman's smile.

"Dude! Did you..." Aidyn and Franklin said in unison their eyes following after the cab as it pulled away, "just get a blow job in front of the house, and on the street, by your cab driver?"

"Yeah," Drake responded as he strolled along the walkway, the wheels of his suitcases clicking along the expansion joints. A devilish smile was on his lips as he approached his home. His slim, casual fit, white dress shirt molded around his chest, Drake rolled up the cuffs to his elbows to show off the delicate paisley printing that lined the cuff and collar; it's red and blue buttons match the printing's color. The top two buttons hung open showing off his tan skin. The light rasp of the denim whispered on the wind. His Mark Nason men's Italian leather sneakers kissed lightly on the concrete. The red highlights of his hair stood brightly against his black hair due to his time underneath the Italian sun.

"Okay, who the hell are you and what did you do to our younger brother?" They asked, as the fading evening sun bathed Drake's body.

"Would you two accept Frankenstein's Monster?" Drake shot back with a sarcastic retort.

"Now boys," Iliana's voice emanated from within Drake's home, "is that any way to greet your brother. The brother, I might add, who has provided for us when we needed it the most," Iliana cooed as she appeared on the porch. Her fingers danced along her sons' jaw line as she walked between the two of them. Her hips swayed seductively as her four inch heels clicked along the floor boards as her green eyes flashed in the fires of her want.

After she had fucked herself as she watched her handsome son fucking all those women on the site even the ones that he made while in Italy, she had hit the gym, with her sons' help, with a vengeance. Whom she was grateful to, it kept the weirdos away as she shed the few extra pounds she has gained after raising three dutiful sons. If her son could change his looks to win her heart, then she too should look stunning on his arm. She will admit it was to keep him reminded of who he's always going to be fucking raw -- minus Emma.