My Son the Gigolo b

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Her red silk slip dress moved gracefully along her now toned forty-one-year-old body. "Welcome home baby, I do hope your flight was enjoyable?" Her burgundy painted lips curved into an alluring smile as she cocked out her hip. Arching an eyebrow as Drake's eyes ran down her body. "Yes Drake, stare at your mother, remember the boy that once lusted after her so much that I took that devotion for granted. Let me see that fire again," Iliana whispered to herself.

"Wow. Who's the lucky guy?" Drake asked, looking between his brothers.

"Oh, just this someone I've had my eye on for some time," Iliana said, in a loving tone. Her green eyes lustered as there, deep within those eyes of his, she saw that spark. Praying that she could reignite those flames again.

"Ciao Drake, spero che tu non abbia smussato la punta della tua spada durante il tuo soggiorno in Italia (Hi Drake, I hope you didn't blunt the tip of your sword during your stay in Italy?)," Emma asked, in Italian, as her black opened toed pumps resounded along the boards as her smooth leg breached the slit of her black, flowy, wrap dress. Smirking at Iliana as she sauntered past. Holding out her delicate hand, her slender fingers skimming along the palm of his hand. Her diamond bracelet glinted in the sun. Knowing how she was going to enjoy this night.

"Si è verificato un problema sconosciuto. Mi piace come ti lamenti, mi chiedo se posso far cantare di nuovo l'angelo, (No ma'am, I made sure to keep it nice and sharp for the next time we met. I love how you moan; I wonder if I can make the angel sing again)," Drake said, in a deep sinful tone as he placed a kiss upon the back of her hand.

"Certamente puoi (Of course you can)," Emma purred before passionately kissing him. Once she took that step that landed her in his bed, she had given her husband until the day Drake returned to show her that he wanted to remain true man and wife. Time and time again he failed to do so. They weren't even hiding the affair any longer which hurt the most. The public humiliation he would willing cause her by his actions.

Now as her lips felt such want, such passion; pulling, caressing, burning into them she no longer cared. Emma had moved her things into the other bedroom. If her husband couldn't keep his relationship hidden she saw no reason not to reply in kind. To which he hadn't spoken a word about it, Emma hoped he got the message that as of now they were only married on paper. "Mi sei mancato, Drake. Spero non ti dispiaccia fare l'amore con un vecchio... (I missed you, Drake. I hope you don't mind making love to an old...)"

"Shh... Cosa ti ho detto la prima volta che ho assaggiato il tuo Eden? (Shh... What did I tell you the first time I tasted your Eden?)" Drake whispered softly; the back of his fingers brushing lightly down Emma's right cheek. Her dark blue eyes burned in her lust as Drake held her close.

"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)," Emma softly purred, her cheeks heated as she felt that hand of his gently squeezing her ass.

"Quindi penso che tu ed io dovremmo ritrovare. No? (So I think you and I should be reacquainted. No?)" Drake inquired wiggling his eyebrows.

"Sì. Moltissimo (Yes. Very much so)," Emma cooed slyly rubbing her thigh against his.

"Così hanno le loro possibilità aumentate? (So have their chances increased?)" Drake asked, enjoying their private conversation as his eyes glanced to his brothers.

Emma turned to look at Aidyn and Franklin, she'd certainly had worse, but she wasn't going to make it easy on the twins. Still she would like to truly see if they were actually cleaning up their act or not. If they did hold true to the changes she has seen then... "Forse (Maybe)," Emma said, shaking her hand, smirking at how the twins looked at their brother. "I'll go get the car Iliana, it will give the two of you time to exchange pleasantries before we head out," she said, switching back to English as she looked up at Drake's mother. Emma pretty much knew about what they did in their own home. Having caught them in the window that faced the backyard as she peered through the gap between the slats of the fence.

So when she had accidently overheard Iliana talking on her phone quietly two weeks ago about setting up a date with Drake's cover name the very day he was due to arrive home. A smile formed on her face as she knocked on the inside of the upper half of Iliana's spilt door. "I do hope I don't have to wait too long to feel you back inside me," Emma purred waving goodbye to the twins and Iliana as her fingers trailed along Drake's jaw as she headed home to retrieve her car keys. They had planned on Drake picking them up at a house of her coworker she was housesitting for, then their night would begin.

Iliana's muscles rippled as she gracefully walked down the steps. Holding out her hand to her son, welcoming him back home, the home he has kept from being foreclosed on when her ex-husband failed to live up to his commitments. She wondered if Drake had purposely done this to show her that he could step into the man of the house's shoes. "Come baby, let's get you settled," Iliana said, sweetly. Her hand lightly moved along his back. Biting the inside of her cheek as she felt those hard muscles of his back. How she couldn't wait for the time when her nails would be dragging along it. She couldn't keep her smirk from her lips as she noted how her son's eye glanced out of the corner of his right eye at her. "Yes Drake, gaze at me as much as you want sweetheart. I'm going to make it where the last two years never happened. After tonight I will have back the boy that undressed me every time he looked at me," she said to herself as she walked beside her son towards their home.

"I think you'll be needing these back," Iliana said, gently laying the keys for his Audi into his hand. "As promised I took extra good care of it," she said, a twinkle played along her eyes as she leaned in. "I can't say the leather didn't take some abuse from being coated in my juices when I touched myself in it," Iliana whispered wantonly into Drake's left ear. Peering through the window of the door as she saw Emma's car pulling up. "I'm sorry I can't stay any longer baby, but I can't keep the man I long for waiting much longer," she purred causing her son's eyes to widen as she squeezed his ass.

Drake couldn't stop staring at his mother's ass as it moved beneath her dress as she walked to Emma's waiting car. Was she really going on a date with someone else? Had he pushed his plan and her too much? Had it all backfired only to drive her into the arms of another man? The sinews in his left hand became taut just at the thought of another man touching his mother. Sighing, knowing his and her own actions had put them on this path, there wasn't much he could do about it.

"Drake?! You have to tell us what Mrs. Rothberg said?!" His brothers hastily said as they spun him around to face them.

"Oh? Do I now?" Drake asked, with a teasing smirk.

"Drake," Franklin's voice took on a serious tone as he looked down at his brother, the way his six foot two height has always allowed, "what were the two of you talking about?" he asked, his curiosity was as evident as the sky was blue.

"About me fucking her, of course," Drake said arrogantly, brushing off his brother's hands.

"What about when she looked at us, what did she say?!" Aidyn asked heatedly, taking his brother by the shoulders giving him a little shake.

"Oh. That... I don't know if your minds can handle it," Drake cooed in a joking voice as he tapped his chin.

"You know we can force it out of you if we have to," Franklin said, taking on that big brother persona like all brothers could do when their smaller sibling had something they wanted.

"Don't be too sure of yourself there, big guy," Drake shot back with a cocky grin.

"Two of us, one of you," Aidyn said, standing shoulder to shoulder with his older twin nearly blocking the foyer with their dominating size.

Drake looked at each of his shoulders as they each placed a hand on them giving them a forceful, but not painful, squeeze to prove their point.

"Spill it little brother," they spoke in unison.

"Hmm... I don't know," Drake mused.

"C'mon man, your killing us here," Aidyn groaned.

"Alright, alright, don't get your little panties in a twist. I'll say this," pushing pass his brothers as he walked towards the stairs that lead to his room, "whatever it is that you two have been doing, keep it up, and you just might get laid... eventually," Drake said, with a smirk on his face as he climbed the stairs to his bedroom.

"Drake?!" They rushed to the bottom of the stairs. "You got to teach us how to speak like that!"

"Speak like what?" Drake asked, with a knowing smile as he peered down at his brothers as he stood on the landing of the second floor.

"Whatever the two of you were speaking," Aidyn stated to which his twin nodded along.

"To hold a conversation with Emma or just to get into her pants?" Drake inquired, arching an eyebrow.

"To talk to her bro," Franklin said, a little taken aback by his brother's words.

"I'll think about it," Drake said offhandedly, leaving his brothers with hope of bedding their dream woman. Pulling his phone as he sat his cases on the floor of his bedroom as it rang. "Hey, been awhile, I know, Italy was great. Although your friend is a slave driver you know that?" he chuckled into phone as he spoke with his Madam. "Well, she never told me that in person, glad my time was used wisely then. Tonight?! Really? Already, and I haven't begun to unpack yet. Yeah, just got in, no wait, give me a moment to think," Drake said, stopping his boss from canceling the 'date'. If his mother was on a date with someone, he might as well go get his fix for the night.

"Sure I'll do it, really the car?" His eyes inched wider knowing they only used it for when a client had requested the service. Which only meant there would be things going on that wouldn't be conductive to driving. "In an hour," looking at the clock, "alright tell Sandy I'll see her then," Drake said, hanging up his phone. "Frank!" he called out to his older brother.

"What?!"

"Anything wrong with the bathroom before I use it?" Drake asked, sticking out his head into the hallway.

"No, other than it smells like Aidyn's nasty ass."

"Hey!"

"Well, it is your turn to clean it."

"Thanks," Drake called back closing the door cutting off the conversation his brothers were having on the ground floor. Unclipping his garment bag, laying it along his bed, his new black Italian suit stared up at him as the zipper opened.

******

"Tell Mom I'll be late if she gets back before me," Drake said, as he stood in the open doorway of the living room as he fastened his cufflinks.

"Dude, just how much did that thing cost you?" Aidyn asked, his eyes running down the rich material of his brother's suit.

"About two grand," Drake stated after doing the conversion in his head.

"For a suit?!" Franklin stammered in astonishment that his brother would spend that much money on something just to wear. "If you got that kind of cash to throw around how about getting us the biggest flat screen there is," he said, with cocky grin.

"When the words, 'Please will you, Daddy?!' and you two doing the all the household chores for a month, then I'll think about it," Drake said, enjoying how his brothers were looking at him as if he had lost his damn mind.

"Fuck that, I'm so not calling you Daddy. That's just disturbing," Aidyn huffed causing Drake to chuckle.

"No more disturbing than seeing the two of you beating each other off," Drake said, with a smirk at their dropped jaws, recounting the time he was fourteen and walked in on them. "Now the question is do you really, really, really want that TV?" he asked, to which they nodded reluctantly. "Well, when you say the magic words you might get your wish, but no bro on bro love while I'm gone, mmmkay?" Drake stated as he patted their shoulders.

"Yes Daddy," They voiced which nearly made Drake fall on the floor laughing.

"I can't..." His chest heaved, his diaphragm convulsed as he tried to draw breath, "okay, that was good, and weird, let's not do that again," Drake said, to which his brothers agreed and even joined in on the shared mirth. "Tell you what, do the chores as I've said, do some research on the TV, I'm not buying that big of a TV if it's just going to die in a year or two, then we'll talk."

"You mean it?" Franklin asked, imagining how good the games would be on it.

"Drake, spot your brothers forty bucks," Aidyn said, knowing neither he nor Frank was going to cook dinner and with their mother going out so early they were starting to get hungry.

"You going to wash my car?" Drake asked, arching an eyebrow.

"Frist thing in the morning," Aidyn nodded. Leaning to his right as he saw a car pulling up as Drake placed the cash in Franklin's hand.

"Well, don't drink too much," Drake said, waving to his brothers as he walked out to meet Sandy.

"Good evening Mr. Cole, it's good to see you back in the city," Sandy said, as he climbed into the back. "There are rumors going around that the women of the city have missed you," she said, smiling into the rear view mirror.

"It's good to see you too Sandy. Oh? Isn't that nice to hear, well I'm back for a while. I might have my nights filled all summer long," Drake said, flashing her a smile as the street lights filled the interior.

"I bet you will Dante. I heard all about your escapades in Italy. It seems no one wants to keep quiet about you even so far away," Sandy giggled as she drove through town.

"What can I say, I'm a delight," Drake said, shrugging his shoulders with a smile.

"I know, I am your driver you know. I have seen what happens back there," Sandy said, with a sly smirk. "Got to say, I have missed watching that cock covered in pussy cream."

"Oh? Sounds like someone wants to test it out for herself," Drake retorted even though he knew she was a lesbian, hence why she was his driver. That way Sandy wouldn't be distracted too much in her duties.

"In your dreams Dante," Sandy said, blowing him a kiss.

"Well, in my dreams your ass is bouncing on it so... there's that." Sharing a laugh as Sandy giggled along, his eyes moved along the passing buildings of his hometown. Seeing what changes have happen since he's been away for a year and a half. "Sandy, where exactly am I going on this 'date'?"

"A restaurant about an hour outside the city, then a high class dance club, seems your client wants to see you in action," Sandy said, holding the itinerary over her shoulder.

"Huh?! This doesn't look like the people that normally can afford me," Drake said, noting the low-to-middle middle-class homes as they entered the housing development.

"Hey, if they can afford you what do you care about that?" Sandy asked, Drake sat behind her. "They have already paid for the 'date' Dante so they can at least afford to have a strapping young man like yourself on their arm for a night."

"True. Just surprised me is all," Drake said, placing the itinerary on the seat beside her. "So how about you letting me watch you in action some time, hmm?"

"I'll think about it," Sandy smirked before her hand covered his face pushing Drake back. "Well, don't keep your clients waiting," she cooed as the car idled as they sat in front of the house.

******

"Oh god, I'm so nervous," Iliana muttered to herself as she paced behind the door as the seconds drew near.

"Relax honey, Drake is a professional at this," Emma said, placing a hand on Iliana's shoulder as they had moved to greet Drake when they heard the car pulling up. They had spent the hour in her friend's home setting up the guest bedroom for the event that was to come after all this. When Iliana told her that she wanted her to cuckquean her with her son, Emma was taken aback for a moment. Emma listened intently on how Iliana had unknowingly humiliated her son in front of his brothers no less. That she only saw it as a fair punishment that she too face the same humiliation she had caused to her own son. Hoping, that if she did, it would heal their relationship or at least begin to heal it. "Are you sure you can stand being in the same room as I fuck him?"

"I have to, for mine and Drake's future," Iliana said, with determination. "He's coming," she whispered as she heard her son's footsteps approaching.

"Good Evening, I'm Dante..." Drake's voice left him as his mother and Emma stood before him as his mother opened the door.

"Mmm... you don't look anything like your pictures," Iliana purred her eyes lustfully running down her son's body. Approving of how finely dressed he was, and all for her, minus Emma. Biting her lip as the top of his dress shirt was open showing off that tan skin. The brief moment in Italy where she had traced his muscles before her lips captured his rod wasn't nearly long enough.

"Mmm... yes, you're far more attractive in person," Emma said, smiling at Drake. Biting her lip, she couldn't wait to get her lips wrapped around that cock of his.

"This is not..."

"There're no refunds Drake," Iliana said, with a coy smirk. "You are a professional gigolo are you not?" she asked, crossing her arms causing her unsupported breasts to bounce.

"Yes... but how the hell did you find out?!" Drake whispered low his mind going a hundred miles an hour. His eyes glanced over at Emma who shook her head that it wasn't her. Wondering if his mother was going to kick him out of his own house he's paying for. Not that he couldn't afford to live somewhere else, yet that was his home. He wasn't about to let it go without a fight.

"You shouldn't hide things in vents," Iliana said, with a knowing smile. "Now, our reservation is in an hour, I'd rather not miss it. So, Mr. Dante Cole, shall we?"

"You really want a night on the town with... me?" Drake asked, trying not to get hard as his eyes ran down his mother's body.

"Oh yes, if this is the only way I can be with you, then I'll take it. But no condoms, at least with me, I want to feel all of you, son," Iliana cooed as she stepped closer to her son. "All these other women get to have you, why can't I? Haven't I shown you how much I'm sorry for what I did to you baby," she said, gently caressing her son's left cheek. "All I ask for is one night, one night of bliss beneath these strong hands, to feel what I heard Emma moan out as you fuck me. And yes, we are going to fuck tonight Drake. Question do we pay for that now or after?" Iliana asked, quizzically.

"After, you sure you want to do this?" Drake asked, unable to keep the blood from swelling his manhood.

"I've wanted this for two years Drake, haven't I told you before that I am in love with you," Iliana said, with a loving smile seeing that spark finally reigniting. "Emma knows all about it, I'm your cuckquean Drake. I want to watch you fuck her, I want to swap your cum between us, eat it out of her pussy after you dump your load into it. Only with Emma though, I'm not about to do so with these other women you entertain. So, can we?"

"So you finally admit you want me now? What happened to never sleeping with me?" Drake asked, with a taunting smirk.

"Words spoken by a foolish woman who thought she had it all until the one she truly wanted drifted away from her," Iliana said, stepping into her son. Her mouth watered as her hands ran up his chest. "Please Drake, can we?"

"You'll have to call me Dante in the car, since you aren't supposed know my real name," Drake said, with as a smirk as he pulled his mother against him. Watching her cheeks deepen to a red hue as he palmed her ass.

"Yes Drake, whatever I have to do," Iliana whispered, her green eyes quivered as she stared into her son's eyes. "I want this," she cooed, as her hands moved along his biceps. "I want you. If I have to share you because of my foolishness then I can live with that. So long as you keep this covered," Iliana purred heatedly as her fingers trailed along his hardening rod.

"I think we should head to dinner; we don't want to be late," Emma said, stepping out onto the stoop. Locking up her friends place hoping they wouldn't mind them using their house for their loud, sweaty night of fun once they got back.

"Are we all set Mr. Cole?" Sandy asked, once the car door closed.

"Yes, I think we are," Drake said, smiling at how Sandy's eyes were darting between Emma and his mother as they snuggled against him as he sat in the middle of the bench seat.

"Very good, you two ladies enjoy your night," Sandy said, winking at Drake as she rolled up the partition.

"Can she hear us?" Iliana whispered as her eyes glanced over at the partition.

"No, not unless you scream," Drake said, with a coy smirk.

"Oh?! Have you made a lot of women moan back here?" Emma asked, sucking on her lower lip as fingers traced up his inner left thigh as she gazed as Drake hungrily.

"Quite a few," Drake nodded.

"Kiss me Drake, kiss me like you did with that woman in Italy," Iliana said, wantonly. She was on cloud nine as Drake's tongue rolled within her mouth. Her right hand had slipped into his shirt. Feeling how taut that pectoral was beneath her touch. Iliana couldn't wait to explore every inch of it. Her breathing was heavy as their lips parted, feeling her heart racing as that fire in her son's eyes had returned. "Drake, do you always sleep with your clients?"

"No. Most of the time I'm just arm candy. Sometimes I do some things while we're watching a play or the opera that I'm paid to go to. Sometimes it gets so hot and heavy in here that the windows are fogged up before we even reach the place. Other times I'm used to make husbands jealous of what they have willing given up."

"Is that why you're into older women," Emma whispered into his ear, her lips capturing his earlobe giving it a gentle tug as the pads of her fingertips danced along Drake's shaft.

"No. That's just my personal preference," Drake said, slyly teasing Emma's left breast.

"Baby," her nipples pressed hard against the fabric of her dress as her breasts swelled underneath her son's gaze, "can we... suck on it?" Iliana purred sensuously. Knowing that she and Emma could have him cumming long before they reached their destination.

"You are the client. You can do to me whatever you want... within reason," Drake said, a coy smile formed on his lips at their lustful glares.

"God. Baby. I can't wait for when you thrust this into me," Iliana said breathlessly, as her hand ran along her son's freed, naked cock.

"I can tell you it is heavenly," Emma cooed as her hand joined Iliana's. "Drake have you had many threesomes before?"

"Yes," Drake stammered as his mother teased the head of his cock with her thumb. Ever since he had hit puberty he had always wondered what this would feel like. He was asleep in Italy when his mother first sucked him off, that didn't count. She also had to say she wanted him just as much as he did before he would even take enjoyment out of how her mouth felt as her lips glided down his rod like they were doing at that moment. Resting his head against the back of the seat as his mother's hand circled around his shaft as her head bobbed on his rod.

"It's going to take some time to get use to its size," Iliana said, as she gathered her breath. Holding back Emma's hair for her like she with hers. Rolling her jaw to get some of the soreness out of it. "Drake, honey, how many times can you cum in a night?" she asked, quizzically.

"Five is the max," Drake said, his breathing quickened as Emma sucked him off like a pro, and he's slept with a few of them.

"Mmm, good, I'd hate be left out in not getting my own load out of your fat cock," Iliana purred as she placed her left knee on the seat. Her fingertips gently brushed along Drake's right cheek. "Yes baby," her body trembled as her son's hand moved along her hip, up the side of her body, whimpering when that strong hand cupped her left breast, "that's it Drake touch me, I want you to feel me, all of me," Iliana spoke in a lust filled whisper. "Tell me Drake, have you been getting yourself tested. I'd hate for you to catch something because you're working to provide for me and your brothers," she said, softly biting her lip as Drake's thumb teased her hard nipple.

"Every six months, its company policy," Drake stated feeling his muscles tightening as he neared his peak.

"Are you about to cum baby?" Iliana asked, her eyes flared in her hunger at the treat to come. "Cum in Emma's mouth, I want you to watch as we swap it between us," smiling at his nod, "but are you clean right now?"

"Of course, otherwise I wouldn't have a job. That's also in the rules, if it isn't curable then you're let go. My Madam made that very clear on my first day. Shit!" Drake hissed as his semen flooded Emma's mouth. Peering out of his half closed eyes as his mother and Emma leaned over his lap. Watching how the two of them passed his semen around without spilling a drop. Noting how his mother's eyes fluttered as her fingers danced down her neck.

"Did I not tell you it was tasty," Emma said, with a knowing smirk.

"That you did, and it is," Iliana said, dreamily. "I'm sorry it's taken this long to do this with you Drake. However, if you didn't run off at Christmas you could have had me," she said, once she and Emma had returned his tool back into his pants without getting his expensive pants wet from their saliva. Her green eyes studying her son's face as her fingertips teased the tips of his hair as she lightly leaned against him. Her eyes glanced down as Emma's fingers interweaved with his before her other hand covered his. Her left leg brushed against Drake's as Emma rested her head on his shoulder.

"I know," Drake said, with a coy smirk.

"You... knew... ass!" Iliana playfully slapped his chest.

"Had to make sure you knew the hurt of rejection like I did," Drake said, matter-of-factly.

"I promise you; I'll never deny you again Drake. As long as you don't make me go through this ever again, I don't know how I kept myself sane when all I wanted to do is climb into your bed and ease your cock into my wet pussy," Iliana whispered sensuously as her right hand lightly moved up Drake's leg.

"Deal. Although, I'm surprised that you're taking this rather well," Drake admitted.

"I've had five months to get used to the idea of you being a gigolo. While I don't like the idea of other women fawning all over you, I can't ignore the fact that without you, me and your brothers would be homeless right now and probably so far in the hole I could never see daylight. For that alone Drake I would have become your woman right then and there. I'd still like to be if you'll have me baby," Iliana said shyly, as her fingers danced up and down Drake's chest. Loving how it felt beneath her touch.

"Even though I do this for a living?"

"I told you Drake, I'm your cuckquean. It's just Emma is the only one I'll ever eat your creampie out of. I don't need to see the other women you'll be hired out to, to know that," Iliana said, drawing her son's gaze to the top of her breasts. "I've miss..."

"Mr. Cole?" Sandy called out as she rolled down the partition slightly. "Yes Sandy, what is it?"

"I'm just informing you we're about ten minutes away."

"Thank you Sandy," Drake said, his voice light and warm.

"You're very welcome Mr. Cole," Sandy said, rolling up the partition.

"She isn't going to leave us here is she?" Emma asked, once she, Iliana, and Drake stood on the sidewalk once they were dropped off at the valet stand in front of the restaurant.

"No, she'll wait in the parking lot until we're ready to go," Drake said, resting his hands in the small of their backs as he escorted them to the front door.

"Drake what does she do other than drive you around?" Iliana asked, feeling her cheeks blushing as she felt his hand on her ass. Slipping her hand beneath the tails of his jacket, smirking deviously at her son as she slid her hand into his left back pocket. Feeling that hard, firm ass of his against the palm of her hand.

"She provides security for the clients and me should we need it," Drake said, shooting the old man that was staring at his mother and Emma a smirk before they entered the five star restaurant.

"Lucian, party of three, we have a reservation for eight," Iliana said, once they got up to the hostess podium while never letting go of her son's ass.

******

"Do you always eat at such fancy places?" Emma asked, as she snuggled up against him as they waited for Sandy to pull the car around.

"All the time," Drake nodded. Smirking when Emma whispered 'tease' as he ran his middle finger between her ass cheeks. "Here you are Sandy just like you asked them to make it," he said, once he handed over her dinner she had asked him to pick up so she could eat while they were at the club.

"Thank you, Dante. I was starving out there," Sandy said, smiling up at him as she sat the bag in the other seat.

"Don't mention it," Drake said, patting her arm.

"You're really going to make a girl happy one of these days," Sandy teased.

"Like who would want to date me?"

"Obviously, those two," Sandy said, pointing at Iliana and Emma who hand their hands raised. Her finger beckoning him to her, "You better tell me how good their pussies look. I'm dying to know. God. The women you date... mmm... they make me so wet," she said, gripping the steering wheel.

"Well, I would tell you to come join us... but you don't play for our team," Drake said, teasingly.

"I can watch though," Sandy pouted.

"When you let me watch, I'll let you watch," Drake retorted.

"Dante? What's the matter?" Iliana asked, holding her purse before her.

"Just having a conversation about the two of you," Drake said, casting a glance at Sandy who was blushing. Something she never did for him when he used all the tricks he knew.

"Us?!" Iliana and Emma asked in unison.

"She wants to know what that looks like," Drake said, his eyes dipped low than back up.

"Does she always drive for you?" Iliana asked, if she was going to be his cuckquean she would have to get used to other women touching her if that was what her son wanted.

"Ever since he started with us," Sandy said, sticking her head out the window.

"Just to look at, right?" Emma spoke up.

"Well... I might like a taste if you wouldn't mind," Sandy said, her eyes shooting to Drake.

"The night is still young if they're okay with it," Drake said, shrugging his shoulders.

"I'll do it for you Dante," Iliana said, with determination.

"Might as well get something else checked off my bucket list," Emma said, flashing Sandy a smile.

Drake was scrolling through his phone seeing how many nights he had been booked as they sat in a nearly desolate parking lot. His eyes glanced up as Sandy cooed and awed as his mother and Emma showed off their little peaches to her. His eyes flickered over to his mother whose eyes were on him as she nodded that Sandy could have a taste. Looking down at how Sandy was playing with herself through her dress pants as she knelt before his mother and Emma.

"Well ladies, you two have very pretty pussies, I know Dante will enjoy them. Sorry for the wait Mr. Cole," Sandy said, smiling over her shoulder.

"I don't know Sandy, they might not want me after that tongue has them all turned on," Drake said, teasingly.

"Oh no Dante, they were already turned on. I just licked off the dew that was gathered. These two ladies definitely aren't going to leave you out to dry, at least not tonight," Sandy said, to which Iliana and Emma nodded vigorously.

"Well then," tucking his phone into the inside pocket, "I guess I should take them dancing then, no?" Drake said, flashing his mother and Emma a seductive smile.

"Si," Emma purred.

His phone buzzed in his pocket as he started to retake his former seat that they were patting when Sandy was walking along the car. Smirking as he read Sandy's text that read: 'Thank you, so much! I've always wanted to do that!'

"I enjoyed watching you play with yourself too, so you're welcome," Drake sent back before returning his attention to his mother and Emma.

******

The Frangou club catered to his normal clientele if they were of that age to enjoy such things. Drake has been there a few times before he left for Italy and New York. It seemed to him the exterior hadn't changed during his time away.

"We shouldn't be too long Sandy, seems they want a few dances then... you know," Drake said, peering through open passenger side window. His high dollar white shirt almost glowed in the night as he peered at her. He had left his suit jacket in the car. It would only hinder him and get him too hot while inside. Plus he wanted to show off the body he had worked hard to get.

"Okay Dante, you text me and I'll meet you here," Sandy nodded.

"Enjoy your dinner," Drake said, before Sandy drove off to park somewhere.

All night long Iliana has seen a side of her son that she nearly missed out on due to her own foolish behavior. All through dinner Drake was charming and so sophisticated she thought she wouldn't be able to uphold her end of the conversation. It irked her somewhat when Emma would speak to Drake in Italian. Although that was more about Emma's need to speak in the tongue she was brought up with than to seduce her son. She knew Emma only spoke it to her siblings and mother whenever they would call. Now that she knew Drake could speak it, Iliana knew Emma would be around more often.

Pressing her lips against his shoulder, inhaling his cologne, hoping that once this night was over she would smell just like him. How that thought made her nipples throb just wishing Drake would wrap his lips around them. To comfort them as his lips suckled upon them. The way his tongue would play with them before she knelt before him. To give her body to the man that her son has become.

Feeling her face burning as she remembered how light his touch was on her hand as they shared a glass of wine together. The way his eyes would look at her when Emma didn't have his attention. She had forgotten how that felt like. Being wanted not just for her body, but her mind as well. Iliana was determined to make this work. Now that he was back in the states and that she had three whole months with her son before he had to go back to school. She was going to make these three months so memorable for her son that when he was in New York she would always be in the back of his mind. Iliana might not be the most beautiful woman Drake has or will go on 'dates' with. All that mattered to her was that Drake thought she was. She had always known that about her son. A man doesn't gaze so wantonly at a woman like her son does and not think that. Pressing his arm against the side of her left breast like how Emma did with his left arm as they entered the club once Drake had paid their cover charge.

"Drake, have you been here before?" Emma whispered noting how the bouncer nodded to Drake as if the man knew him.

"A few times," Drake admitted.

"Which way to the restrooms?" Iliana whispered into his ear over the noise of the music. Placing a kiss on Drake's cheek once he pointed in the direction. Peering over her shoulder as she swayed her hips, making her dress move along her ass, biting her lip noting how those blue-green eyes burned holes into her dress then to how his eyes slyly flickered over to Emma's. Shooting Emma a look when she put a little more swagger in her hips. Then her gaze softened noting how she saw the same look on Emma's face when she told her about the time she and Drake spent together during the Christmas break before he left for Italy. To the numerous times they made love in his bedroom. Her eyes darted to the right knowing where they were going afterwards would not be appropriate. Iliana wanted Drake and Emma to be comfortable and only one place could do that.

******

"I heard you were back Dante." Came a smooth male voice, turning to his right there walking in arm with a stunning brunette was one of his coworkers if Drake could call a fellow gigolo a coworker. "Come stai amico mio? (How are you my firend?)"

"Un po 'di jet lag, ma ci arriverò (A little jet lag but I'll get through it)," Drake said, shaking Simon's hand.

"Molto bello Drake. Lavoro?! (Very nice Drake. Working?!)"

"Si."

"Ah. Anche l'ambra è qui. È da qualche parte laggiù (Ah. Amber is here as well. She's somewhere over there)," Simon said, gesturing to the other side of the club. "We should hang out, call me, we'll set something up," he said, seeing the two women that were his clients for the night. "Molto bella."

"Dante who was that?" Iliana said, her fingertips danced down her son's left arm. Her fingers interlacing with his, reminding herself how all of this truly happened. It wasn't until Drake's absence that she finally faced what she hid even from her own self at the time. She prayed that she wasn't too late to heal their relationship.

"A... associate of sorts," Drake said, looking over at his mother.

"Oh? Do your... friends come to this club a lot?" Emma asked, her breath hot in Drake's ear as she nestled his arm in the valley of her orbs. Pressing the back of his hand against her lower stomach. Remembering the days and some nights she was beneath his delicate touch.

"Kind of, depends on who their 'dates' are," Drake said, leading them onto the dancefloor. Their purses were safely stored within the locked compartment in the rear of the limo. Something they always did for their clients so they needn't worry about it getting stolen while they were enjoying their expensive night out.

Charlie Puth's 'Attention' came over the house speakers. Drake smirked sinfully as the material of his pants contoured to the outline of his cock. Noting how their eyes burned with their lust as he brought up his right leg up and butterflying it open. Turning to the right, doing a slow body roll to allow them to gaze lewdly at his chest as the rich fabric moved along his muscles. After all they did buy his services there was no sense in denying them that. Seeing his mother's eyes peering over Emma's shoulder as she danced behind her. Watching his mother biting her lip as Drake lightly kissed down Emma's neck as she danced against him.

As the lyrics 'You just want attention' started to play at the fifty second mark in the song. Iliana moved around Emma, feeling Emma's hands on her ass as she slowly rolled her hips, giving them a few pops as her mouth watered as Drake rolled that hard body for her. The way he rolled his hips causing the fabric to tighten along his rod. Grinding her ass against her son's hard bulge. She knew if there wasn't any clothing between them they would be practically fucking given the way she and Emma were dry humping her son on the dancefloor. Not that she cared, she loved the feel of his cock as it brushed against her ass. Looking deeply into her son's eyes as the lyrics: 'Ready know that you won' played, her fingers skimmed along his jaw as Emma took her spot.

Iliana's eyes never left her son's as the song was nearing its end. She knew they had garnered looks as she and Emma ground against Drake's thighs. Yet that didn't matter to her they could watch all they wanted. What she did with her son was of no one's concern. Her green eyes quivered as her clit brushed along the fabric of her underwear, as her panty clad mound rubbed it along his thigh. Her left hand trailed up her stomach as she rested her right arm on Drake's left shoulder.

"Please baby, I need you," Iliana mouthed as she gently squeezed her left breast. "Don't forsake me. Don't let my foolishness stop you from loving me, as I love you," she pleaded as those blue-green eyes studied her. How her body heated as Drake kissed her so passionately she was taken aback by it if for but a moment. Her lips attacked his, matching the burning passion she felt singeing her lips as the melody gave life to their desire.

"Non farmi vedere troppo (Don't show me up too much)," Simon joked as Drake, Iliana, and Emma walked off the dancefloor to rest.

"Ci proverò (I'll try)," Drake shot back. Nodding to Amber who mouthed: 'Oh my god!' It wasn't often he danced like that; he was just glad the money he paid a male stripper to teach him those moves was worth it. Leading them towards one of the sunken couches they had scattered around the club in lieu of booths. Smiling warmly when Emma released a hoot as she threw her arms into the air.

"I haven't had so much fun in so long!" Emma laughed as she looped her arms around his neck. "Thank you, Dante. This has been such a wonderful night," she purred getting in her fifth kiss of the night. Ever since she stepped into the world of adultery, even if her husband was the first one to break their vows, she had felt guilty of sleeping around on her husband. Yet the first few dates she had with Drake slowly made those fears fade away.

Emma was still apprehensive in dating other men. Knowing they would want something she wasn't giving out. Yet with Drake she didn't have to worry about that. She could finally have something hard between her legs and still keep her house. She didn't care what happened to her husband now. He could go off with his little mistress and she'll focus on her little gigolo. Smiling sinfully at Drake as she squeezed his ass.

"My pleasure," Drake said, as he eased down between the two of them.

******

"Drake?!" The name escaped her lips as she carried a tray of drinks through the club. While she and Drake never moved in the same groups during high school she knew of him. She learned the hard way college and high school were so different. No longer was she one of the beautiful girls at the school, she was just nothing more than a freshman. If she thought about it, she could have sworn she heard something about him going to New York. She too wanted to move away, yet she spent more time worrying about where the next party was at in her high school days she failed to keep her grades high enough to attend out of state schools. So she was forced to go to the one an hour outside of the city. "Damn. When did he get so... hot?" She muttered aloud as she watched him leave. Wondering who the women were that he was with.

She never knew him to be that lucky with the ladies, or he wasn't when they were in high school together. Thinking back, trying to remember what he was good in during high school as she went to serve out her drinks. A smile formed on her lips knowing she could use some help with her math. Pondering if she could find her old year book and see if she couldn't find out where he lived.

******

"Drake, can we do this again?" Iliana asked, as she pressed her body against his. Looking up at her son, loving how that hand of his hasn't left her ass all night long when she wasn't sitting on it that was.

"I'm pretty booked the rest of the week," Drake said, rubbing the back of his head.

"Drake, aren't you normally off during the mornings and afternoons?" Emma asked, cutting in, as they stood on the curb waiting for Sandy to pull up.

"Normally yeah," Drake nodded.

"Then how much would just a lunch date cost us?" Iliana asked, shooting Emma a smile knowing where she was going with this.

"For the two of you, or one on one?"

"Together, I told you baby, I'll only let Emma be the one I eat your creampie out of," Iliana purred as her hand reached out. Running her fingertips up the length of his cock knowing just where they were heading. Emma had agreed to the change of plans. To which she had agreed Drake's house would be better, that way they both wouldn't be rushing home to change for work in the morning. "Now Drake, we really can't afford the extra that you normally earn," a smirk formed on her lips as Drake arched an eyebrow, "I'd hope that you would wave it for us," Iliana purred, swaying her hips against his as the muffled beat thumped through the walls of the club.

"Yeah, I wasn't going to charge you in the first place. And how did the two of you afford me anyway?" Drake asked, looking between the two of them.

"We saved silly," Iliana giggled. "With you paying for the house and the bills and the boys stepping up with the groceries. I got some spending money to dote upon myself; and you baby are something I want to dote myself on," she said, lustfully.

"So answer the question: how much would it cost us?" Emma inquired poking Drake in his side.

"You two, a penny," Drake said, with a smirk as Sandy pulled up. "I don't think this one can wait another six months to fuck me," he said, teasing his mother as he firmly squeezing her ass.

"With how fat this cock is," Emma purred loudly, her hand rubbed his hard member flashing Sandy a smile as the woman slyly checked her and Iliana out. "It's a wonder how she hasn't slid it into her hot pussy yet," she whispered, her breath hot, her tongue flickered out to tease his earlobe as she so wantonly touched that phallus of his.

"Mmmhmm," Iliana nodded. It was a herculean task not to simply fuck her son out on the dancefloor or on that couch where they talked and talked. Not like a mother and child, yet like a man and a woman, granted a woman that's been trying to get in her son's pants for the past two years. Still, she couldn't remember the last time her ex-husband or her other sons had that kind of a conversation with her. She wondered if that was him being a gigolo or was her son simply that simulating? Honestly, she didn't care because she was finally going to have her son. Sliding in beside her son, listening to the soft clasp of the door as it closed knowing within minutes she would be on her back getting her cunt pounded by her son's fat cock. Iliana just hoped her panties would hold up until then.

******

"You sure?" Sandy asked, looking over the back of her seat as Drake sat behind her as his clients waited for him to depart the limo. "You know I don't mind waiting for you, Dante. You know I will," she said, gently placing her hand on his shoulder as he peered over the divider.

"I know Sandy, you saved my butt enough to know that. It's just I get the feeling I won't be leaving until the wee hours of the morning, or maybe not even then. Just a feeling I get with these two," Drake said, shrugging his shoulders.

"Oh?!"

"Yeah, you head home, I'll call a cab in the morning or whenever they're sated," Drake said, with a small smile.

"O-okay, only if you think you won't be needing me," Sandy said, a little weakly. She always enjoyed the rides home with him. Mostly because he would give her a play by play of what had happened between the sheets. What she said before she did mean it. She wasn't always gay; she did have boyfriends before she was drawn to women. She really did like seeing his cock covered in pussy cream. For two reasons one: because she could recognize just how good his cock would be stretching out a woman's cunt. Two: slurping off their pussy juice from his rubber coated cock. Sandy just would never tell Drake any of that.

"Yeah... if you haven't heard from me by four tomorrow call the cavalry," Drake chuckled patting the seat to say goodbye to her before moving towards the rear passenger door. "Be safe driving home," he said, waving to Sandy before shutting the door.

Once Sandy was out of sight, Emma grabbed Drake by the arm and hurriedly dragged him towards her car. There leaning against the rear passenger door rested his mother. Her left leg was bent and pressed against the back of the seat, while her right was open as far as the space would allow showing off her glistening pussy to her son.

"Come Drake," her left index finger beckoned to her son, "show your mother just how you got Emma to cum in less than two minutes," Iliana purred as she teased her dew laden labia. Listening to Emma giggle as she heard the smack on Drake's ass.

"I so can't wait to sink my nails into this again," Emma said, sensuously.

"We won't get the chance if you don't hop in and drive," Iliana teased in a joking manner.

"Don't you sass me Iliana," Emma said, wagging her finger at her. "It's not my fault your son has a very firm ass that beckons to be played with," she said, with a little 'Hmpf' flicking her hair over her shoulder as she opened the driver's side door.

"You sure you're ready for this?" Drake asked, laying his suit jacket onto the passenger seat before closing the door.

"Mmmhmm," Iliana nodded vehemently.

She was so not ready! No one could be ready for how good his tongue felt on her quivering mound. Before they even reached the end of the street her moans were already filling Emma's car. "Fuck Drake! Oh God! Yes... mmmhmm..." Biting her lip, her nostrils flared, her thighs trembled as she tried to hold back her orgasm. However, she could feel the flood coming as her nails dragged along the back of the seat. Her right hand pressed her son's face against her moistening mound, "Drake!" Iliana screamed out as her cream surged down her canal. "Please don't stop!" she begged as her son's tongue touched her like a man who's had years of experience of knowing just how to turn on her water works.

"I told you he was good," Emma stated with an amused tone in her voice.

"Fuck! You didn't say he was... fuck me! Yes, yes, yes!" Iliana squeaked out in this small cute voice as Drake was going to town on her little peach. "Oh Drake, yes Drake... God. Where did you learn this?" she asked, breathlessly.

"I'll never tell," Drake teased before capturing his mother's clit.

"Oh God..." Iliana's eyes rolled back into her head as that tongue of his took her to heights she's rarely experienced. Whimpering loudly as her nails dragged up her son's back. Hoping she wasn't ruining such an expensive shirt as Drake's tongue teased her to no end. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, I'm cumming," Iliana squeaked out.

Her chest heaved; her green eyes held a sultry look in them as she gazed at her son as he licked her juices from his lips. She had no idea what came over her as she launched herself across the seat. Was it due to the fact that she had suppressed the feelings she had for her son for so long that she took it out on him while trying to stamp those feelings down due to how young Drake was at the time. She didn't always run in and catch him molesting her panties. Sometimes she would wait outside or hide in her closet as she listened to how he would moan at how much he wanted her, how much he loved her. She wasn't proud of the fact that she turned his devotion to her onto her twins. Yet she wasn't about to bed her son when he was only sixteen and her twins at the time were months away from the age of eighteen. Nonetheless, now that her son was twenty, his lips were captured by hers as they made out in the back of Emma's car. She would never be so damn foolish ever again.

"Mmmhmm," Iliana hummed as Drake fondled her right breast. Slipping her arm out of the strap of her dress. Pushing the fabric of her dress over it, gently biting her lip as the warmth of his hand soaked into her bare skin. "Drake," she whispered in a soft breath as his index and middle finger tweaked her light pink nipple. Arching her back, releasing a soft moan as his lips captured that hard bud. Her breathing quickened as she felt his hand moving along her inner thigh as she stroked her son through his pants. "Yes baby, touch me, feel how hot you make me," Iliana panted before releasing a groan of pleasure as Drake slipped two fingers into her already wet cunt.

"Sorry about your backseat Emma," Iliana said bashfully, once Emma had dropped her and her son off in front of her home.

"Don't worry about it. It will make Baran wonder who I've been fucking in the backseat," Emma said, with a vengeful smile. "Just let me park and grab myself an overnight bag and I'll pop right over."

"Mmmkay," Iliana said, joyfully. Looking at her son as she held his hand. "I have to say Drake you do look very dashing in that suit. Is it new?"

"Actually it is," Drake said, unbuttoning the top button. To which his mother didn't waste any time darting her hand inside his jacket. "Like what you feel?" he asked, as her hand lavished on his six pack and his sex lines.

"Mmmhmm. Did you get this body hard to torment me with it?" Iliana purred feeling so naughty touching her boy so lewdly out in public.

"A little," Drake teased.

"Then I need to examine every inch down to every muscle you earned so I'll know all the hard work you put in," Iliana said, with a coy smile. Looking over her shoulder as she heard Emma speaking with someone.

"Baby, I think you need to go save her. Go be her white knight," Iliana said, lovingly. Twisting her body side to side as her face heated as the street lights bathed his body. Biting her lip as the shadows played along Drake's ass as she held his jacket in her arms.

"I told you Baran! If you can't keep that whore of yours hidden I damn well won't with mine either!" Emma shouted. Her face heated as she noticed Drake standing there. "I didn't..."

"Relax. I am a whore," Drake said, with guileful grin. "Is he bothering you?" he asked, nodding to her home.

"What?! No," quickly hiding her blushing cheeks, "it's just Baran and his whore is in the living room with her on her knees. He thought I'd be out all night. I would have too if we went back to my friends place," Emma said, shyly brushing her hair behind her ear.

"Ah. One sec," Drake said, moving past her into her home. "And you married this man?" he asked, catching Baran and his mistress by surprise as he stood in the hallway looking into the living room. Releasing a 'Hmpf' when Baran had let himself go the last time he saw him. Shooting Emma a smirk as he removed the tails of his shirt from his pants. "You see this whore knows how to please that woman you so threw away," Drake said, showing off his hard body to them.

"Trust me, she definitely upgraded. So why don't you heed the advice she gave you and keep your affair a tad more discreet. I'm sure her husband wouldn't like to find out about the two of you," he said, smirking evilly as the woman paled. "Because Emma isn't going to save you anymore, not when she has this. So you keep making her upset and I'll stop being a gentleman and I'll make you watch as I make that angel sing," Drake said, rolling his body showing off how his muscles moved. "Bye, bye now," he said, laughing as Emma dragged him out of her home.

"T-thank you," Emma said, feeling her face heat as her dark blue eyes glanced over at him. "You didn't have..."

"I don't mind, showed him he wasn't all that, and showed him that you got the far better end of the deal, don't you think?" Drake asked with a coy smirk, as his shirt floated behind him as they walked to where his mother stood.

"Mmmhmm," Emma nodded vehemently. Biting the inside of her cheek as the moonlight played along his chest.

"Drake... what did you do?" Iliana asked, all the while her eyes couldn't tear themselves away from his exposed chest.

"Nothing much, just put that man in his place," Drake said, shrugging his shoulders.

"He's just so..." Emma lost her train of thought as she sighed as she swayed against him.

"Well then, shall we?" Iliana asked, gesturing to her house.

"Yes! Let's!" Emma giggled behind her cupped hand.

Iliana smirked at how the curtain was swaying back and forth as if someone -- namely her twins -- were spying on them. Her arm was looped around his, her hips swayed alluringly as they approached their home. She could still feel his lips on her breasts, and his fingers and tongue exploring her womanhood. Smirking at her son as she stuffed her panties into his pants pocket. Telling him that she can always buy new ones if he forgot to wash them, and that she should have never made him stop to begin with.

A smirk formed on her lips as she noted how her twins were kneeling on the couch looking at them as they walked in. "Now boys, don't you come and bother us for the rest of the night. We'll be a tad busy, won't we Emma?" Iliana cooed as she looked over at her.

"Mmmhmm, you'll be my first threesome Drake. Do be gentle with me," Emma purred as she draped herself along his body.

"Oh? You don't want me to do that thing?" Drake asked, wiggling his eyebrows.

"Oh no, you definitely have to do that," Emma giggled. It seemed to her the twins were about to blow their loads as she teased them so wantonly.

"Can't we watch?! We promise we won't interfere," Franklin pleaded as Aidyn nodded in agreement. Both set of eyes on Drake and not trying to undress Emma like they've always done.

"I don't know, I would say okay if it was just me and Drake," Iliana said, her fingers trailed up Drakes bare chest. Feeling her nipples pushing against the fabric of her dress as the pads of her fingers ran along each valley of his chest. "What do you think Emma?"

"No... if they would've put more effort into changing their ways. I'd say maybe, I mean this is my very first threesome. I wasn't expecting to have an audience for it." Emma tapped her chin deep in thought. She did find their pouting cute. Her nails tickled the underside of Drake's chin as she walked by him.

"Are you two sure you can keep your hands to yourselves when you see all on this?" she asked, jiggling her breasts before their very eyes. Smirking as those eyeballs bounced up and down as they nodded. "Can you keep from fucking me as your brother makes this pussy cream?" Pulling back the front of her dress letting the twins peek at her matching black panties before quickly closing it. "Nope. I don't think you boys can handle the sight of my naked body," Emma said, spinning on her heel wiggling her ass as she walked back to join Drake and Iliana.

"Bro, help us out here," they pleaded with their younger brother.

"How would you feel if your hands were tied behind your backs?" Drake asked, with a wicked grin.

"I don't know..." Franklin began to say only to have Aidyn nudge him.

"Dude don't blow this for us," Aidyn hissed low. "If he doesn't want too, I'm okay with it," he said, hopefully.

"Your call," Drake said, looking at Emma.

"Nah, they would just run their mouths off that they finally got to see me naked," Emma said, waving Drake off. Yet deep within her eyes she was enjoying this.

"We so wouldn't?!" They voiced in unison.

"You've been given the chance Franklin and Aidyn and it seems you two still have work to do," Iliana said, ending the discussion. "Now if you don't mind me and your brother, have to go fuck this lovely woman..." Her eyes shot to her sons as Emma kissed her unexpectedly. Making them watch as she fondled Emma's breasts as their tongues rolled within each other's mouths.

"This is so wrong," Franklin said, in a small voice as he hung his head, staring at the floor.

"Well, you two keep working on whatever it is you've been doing. I'm sure eventually you'll get to see her sexy body in its afterglow," Drake said, getting his dig into their overinflated egos. "It's going to be loud so you might want to turn up the volume," he teased as he led his mother and Emma up the stairs. Looking down at his hand as his mother led him to her room. Which was odd, he had thought they would use his, then again, this worked in his favor too. He couldn't wait to make his mother moan and beg in the very room she had humiliated him in.

******

"This is so fucking wrong!" Franklin growled as he paced the living room as he and his brother listened as Emma moaned loudly.

"Oh God! Yes Drake, eat me!"

"Tell me about it," Aidyn grumbled. "You were the one who wouldn't get his hands tied behind his back. We could be up there right now watching, but nooooo, you had to chicken out," he said, shooting his brother a hateful look.

"Hey! Don't you turn this around on me! I told you countless times to cut down on the flirting with her. Did you listen, huh?!" Franklin spat.

"God. I forgotten what you can do with that tongue." The twins' heads turned; a forlorn look appeared on their faces as they heard that lustful voice filling their home. Their eyebrows rose at their hushed conversation.

"Boys?!" Iliana's voice called down to them.

"What is it Mom? We aren't being too loud are we?" Franklin asked, as he looked up at his naked mother as he and Aidyn stood at the base of the stairs.

"No. We have a proposal for you," Iliana said, with a sly grin.

"And that is?!" Their voices spoke as one.

"One: no talking if we let you in. Two: no touching, us or yourselves. Three: no recording devices," Iliana said, holding up three fingers. "Can you..."

"Oh fuck yes! God. I love riding this thing," Emma howled as she bounced on Drake's cock.

"Can the two of you follow those rules?" Iliana asked, arching an eyebrow. Noting how her sons' cocks flexed in their jeans.

"Mmmhmm." Their heads nodded very vigorously.

"You need to thank the man of the house for this," Iliana said, turning on her heel, sauntering back to her room.

Aidyn and Franklin were shoving each other as they stumbled up the steps. Their heads shot up at the sound of Emma's purr as they could only guess from the loud crack that Drake had spanked her ass. Hopping on one foot then the other as they left a trail of clothing along the hallway as they stripped on the fly. Their mouths dropped as their mother sat on the backs of her legs as Drake fucked Emma from behind in front of her. Quickly closing their gaping mouths as Iliana placed a finger to her lips.

"Yes Drake, fuck me hard!" Emma moaned as she thrust backwards onto his root. "There! Fuck Drake... I'm going to cum!" They're eyes watched as Emma shuddered and trembled as she came on their brother's cock.

"Finally made it to the party huh?" Drake asked, peering over his shoulder. Easing out of Emma's wet cunt, rubbing her ass as she released a moan before collapsing onto the bed. "Clean it," he ordered as his pulsating cock bobbed before his mother as he knelt there.

Iliana didn't hesitate. She gobbled down that slick cock like it was fine wine. Her green eyes peered up at her son as her lips glided along her son's rod. She so hoped that by willingly doing this, tasting another woman's juices on his cock, it would help ease the hurt she had unwittingly caused. Then again, once his rod touched her lips, she did go a little wild on that pole of his. She just couldn't help it. She was finally tasting the man that she's been in love with since he was sixteen. She just couldn't fathom why her mind would make her forget that even if, at the time, she couldn't do anything about it. Why it focused on her twins and not the man that made her feel things that even her ex-husband failed to do. Maybe she would never understand why, yet she was determined to show her son for the rest of her life.

"Sorry Drake, I just can't help myself when it comes to you," Iliana said sweetly, as her hand stroked his hard root. "Just save me some okay?"

"Oh, you can believe I'm going to creampie you," Drake said, with a smirk. Bending down kissing his mother like all the women he's slept with.

"God. Drake. Why do you leave me breathless?" Iliana cooed as she nuzzled her son's hand as he caressed her left cheek.

"Because you love me," Drake said, with a warm smile. "Don't you ever forget that."

"You read... my email?!" Iliana gasped.

"Of course, I did. I just couldn't come out and say I've wanted you since that day I caught you sunbathing topless."

"You... handsome asshole!" Iliana surged to her knees and maddeningly kissed him. "I hope you like my ass," she said, bashfully. Her cheeks heated as her son's hands roamed her bare buttocks. "Because I don't think I'm ever going to let go of yours," Iliana purred as she pressed her son tighter to her as her hands had a death grip on his rear.

"Iliana, do release my partner he isn't nearly finished," Emma said, after she had recovered from her explosive orgasm. "Hi boys, like what you see?" she asked, waving to them. Giggling as they nodded yet remained silent. "Stand up, I want to see what those cocks look like that's always hard when you come around. Mmm... very nice, no wonder I hear your mother moaning so much," Emma cooed biting her lip as those hard cocks twitched at the sight of her naked body. "Would you like to cover my body in your hot cum?" she asked, as her nails lightly skimmed up her chest. She knew at the age of fifty-one she wasn't the looker that she was when she was twenty. Nonetheless, the sight of those three young men sporting hard cocks just for her did make her feel young again. "Maybe I'll give them a treat after I had my fill of their bother," she thought to herself. "You may sit now. Drake?" Spreading her legs showing off her wet, very aroused and very satisfied pussy to him as she held out her arms to him. "Come fill me with your seed once again." Other than her husband, before she found out about his infidelity, Drake was the only man, in her nearly thirty long years of marriage, she allowed to cum inside of her. Even if she did decide to fuck the twins only Drake would ever be the one who's cum would be dripping out of her cunt.

Aidyn and Franklin scooted towards the edge of their mother's bed watching how Emma's labia molded around their brother's cock as it pumped in and out, coating it with every thrust of his hips in her cream. They had never been so hard in their lives as they crumpled the comforter in their hands. Wishing it was either one of them in their brother's place.

"Yes Drake, fuck! I love you!" Emma cried out as she came alongside him as she felt her womb being flooded. "It... just slipped out," she said, looking away in embarrassment.

"Shh... nothing to be embarrassed about," Drake said sweetly, gently turning her chin to look at him. Seeing her nod in understanding when she knew he couldn't return that love, not with what he's become. He would never willingly bring dishonor to her should the news that she was sleeping with a gigolo ever got out. Not that he cared what people thought about him, yet that didn't mean she didn't care about that.

"As long as I can be with you," Emma whispered feeling his cock shrinking within her cream filled peach.

"Of course, I do love hearing my angel sing," Drake cooed before passionately kissing her.

"Well Iliana, come eat your desert," Emma said, giggling as she held her labia open feeling Drake's cum leaking out.

"Frank, mind running and getting me a glass of water?" Drake asked, smirking when he saw his brother moving faster than he had ever witnessed during his football games. Smacking both of his mother's ass cheeks enjoying how they jiggled as she dug out every drop of his cum from within Emma's canal. "Does she always squeal like that?" Drake asked, his remaining brother as he slipped three fingers into his mother's hot cunt who shook his head. "Ah. Thank you, going to need all the fluids I can get," he said, taking the glass from Franklin. "Go ahead," Drake muttered before taking a sip.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you!"

"No hugs while you're naked," Drake said, placing a hand on his brother's chest. "I don't swing like that."

"I'm ready baby, I've been ready for you all night long," Iliana said, smiling at her son as the overhead light shone along Emma's juices that coated her skin. "What is it Aidyn?" she asked, looking behind her as her son tapped her foot. "You were told no touching yourself," Iliana stated as Aidyn made the hand motion of jerking off.

"Come here boys," Emma said, swinging her legs over the edge of the bed as Drake laid on his back.

"You ready baby?" Iliana asked, as she ground her mound against his reignited cock.

"I've been ready," Drake said, shooting his mother a grin.

"Good answer," Iliana purred as she lifted herself up, trembling as his head moved through her lips. Gasping as his crown breached her entrance. Her eyes fluttered as she eased herself down. Glad she had loosened herself up before Drake had arrived home, so he wouldn't be tearing her too much as she bottomed out.

"Now, if I do this, I want you on your best behavior when I entertain in my backyard, and whenever you see me. Am I clear?" Emma said sternly, keeping her chuckle contained as she watched their cocks bounce whenever she would press down lightly on their crowns. "You may speak."

"Of course!" Aidyn and Franklin said in unison.

"Now bear with me, I've never given dual hand jobs before. That's all you're going to get out of me, got it?" Emma asked, arching an eyebrow. Peering over her shoulder as Iliana moaned from behind her. Watching how she rocked her hips, noticing the elation on her face as her hands propped her up as she leaned back.

"Doesn't my pussy look fantastic as that cock plunges into it?" Iliana panted as the smell of her sex filled the air. Sucking on her lower lip as Drake nodded as his hands held onto her thighs. Her red hair cascaded down the right side of her body as she howled like a banshee as Drake hammered his rod deep into her womanhood. "Yes Drake, fuck me!" Iliana growled as she leaned forward matching her son's thrust. Her nails scraped down his chest as another orgasm flared to life. "Oh Drake!" Her voice trembled as her hair swayed as her body quaked in the aftermath. "You feel so good in me baby," Iliana whispered before kissing her son.

"So boys, are you enjoying this?" Emma asked, with a knowing smirk. Enjoying how the twins were moaning as her hands stroked their cocks.

"Y-yes..."

"Your hand feels so good," Aidyn said, with a quivering voice.

Emma could feel that they were ready to explode. With a sinful smile, pressing their engorged rods against their stomachs watching the way their cum painted their stomachs. "What? Did I say you could cum on me? I just said I'd do that this once, nothing about you spraying me in your semen, now did I?" Emma asked, with a sinful smile. "Now go clean yourselves up and close the door on the way out," she said, shooing them off.

"Night sweethearts, see you in the morning," Iliana said, smiling at her twins as she was poised to ride her son in the reverse cowgirl position. "Watch baby, watch how my ass bounces as I ride this cock," she said, peering over her shoulder as she eased her sore cunt back down onto Drake's rod. "God. Your so damn big Drake, no wonder all those women want you," Iliana purred as her son stretched her out more so than her dildo prepared her for. Any woman would have trouble taking a cock with a twelve inch circumference. Nonetheless, Iliana was determined to make sure her son had all that she could provide.

"Drake," Emma cooed smiling seductively at Drake as he looked at her. "My pussy still needs to feel your tongue on it," she said, staring down at him as she straddled Drake's face. "Make this pussy realize how lucky it is," Emma purred as she ran her fingers along her labia.

And so, the very room, where the woman who humiliated Drake, whom he so craved, was filled with her moaning voice as Drake brought her to orgasm after orgasm. Each switching off to get their fill of the man that brought such pleasure to their bodies.

"Give it to me Drake! Let me feel you cum inside of me!" Iliana panted in exhaustion after three hours of mind blowing sex. Her hands rested on his chest loving how his tight body moved for her as he plowed that cock into her. Holding onto his arms as she laid on her back as Drake thrust hard and deep into her. "Yes!" Iliana cried out as she felt her son's cum flooding her womb.

The End.

Epilogue

Two months had passed since that night. Two months of Iliana screaming in sheer bliss as her three son's filled each and every hole of hers. Although she would never take Drake in her ass, he was just too thick for her to handle back there. She didn't always have all three at once, some days it was just her and Drake or one of the twins. That didn't mean she didn't sleep with her son whenever he came home from his night out on the town. She would hear the door opening downstairs and Iliana would slowly make her way to his bed. There she would crawl into his bed, wrap his arm around her and drift back to sleep feeling the man she loved spooning against her. Always waking with a smile on her face as the dawn light highlighted her son's face.

"Okay Drake, you have to tell us just what the hell you do for a living," Franklin said, in a stern brotherly voice as he and Aidyn unpacked the eighty inch flat screen.

"It will blow your mind, so I don't know if you can handle it," Drake said, sipping on his glass of wine.

"Dude this thing cost fifteen hundred bucks. You have to tell us!" Aidyn said, shooting his brother a smile as he and Franklin unwrapped the TV.

"As long as you don't go running your mouths off about it I'll tell you," Drake said, feeling his mother's arms slipping around his waist as she pressed her breasts into his back.

"Deal," the twins said in unison.

"I'm a gigolo," Drake said, with a smirk as he brought his glass to his lips at their shocked faces.

"You... a... gigolo," Franklin burst out laughing.

"You're not joking are you?" Aidyn asked, seeing his brother shaking his head.

"How do you think Drake could save our home? Pay for everything around here, and still do everything he wants?" Iliana asked, from over Drake's right shoulder. "Because my baby is the man of this house now," she cooed lovingly. "Okay, Emma wants to go shopping I'll be back soon. I can't wait to taste your chicken parmesan," Iliana said, kissing her son's cheek before going to collect her purse.

"Emma is coming for dinner right?" Drake asked, as he watched the sway of his mother's ass.

"You know it Drake, you better not be replacing me with another woman," Iliana said, teasingly. Blowing her sons a kiss as the straps of her purse rested on her left shoulder. "I'll be back in two hours," she said, waving bye to Drake.

"Drake, that woman, the one me and Mom saw that night at the play house..."

"I don't discuss my clients," Drake said, draining his glass.

******

Two days later...

"Come on, I got something to show the two of you," Drake said, standing in the doorway of Franklin's bedroom as he and Aidyn were discussing their last year of college, of all things.

"This isn't about how cool and fancy that new car is?" Aidyn asked, with a coy smirk.

"No... but it is a cool car, jealous?" Drake said, knowing how his brothers had been drooling over his new BMW 8 series sports car. Remembering how joyful his mother was when he gave her the keys to the Audi when they went to pick it up. She was the very first one that helped to break in his new car that was currently parked in the garage. Granted it was on the hood of his car, but it still counts.

"Fuck off, the moment you leave those keys out I'm so going to boost it," Franklin said, with a cocky grin.

"So not going to happen. Unless you don't want the surprise I have for you," Drake said coyly, sliding his hands into his front pockets, shrugging his shoulders. "That's a shame," he sighed before walking down the hall towards the stairs. A smile formed on his lips at the sound of his brothers' feet hurrying after him. "Now close your eyes," Drake ordered to which they didn't hesitate. Guiding his brothers into living room, shooting Emma a smile and a kiss as she stood in front of the fireplace in a red see-through teddy with matching panties. Her arms resting on the mantle as she smiled seductively at him. "Go ahead and open your eyes."

"Holy shit!" Aidyn and Franklin gasped.

"Like what you see boys?" Emma purred.

"Hell yes!"

"Well, what are you doing all the way over there?" Emma asked, with a sly smirk. Giggling as the twins nearly leapt over the couch.

"Can we...?"

"Oh yes, touch me all you want boys," Emma cooed as her hands ran up and down their growing rods. "But first thank your brother, he is the one that talked me into this."

"Well, you do drive a hard bargain," Drake retorted.

"You better live up to it too," Emma said, flicking her tongue against her teeth. A warm smile formed on her lips as the twins raced over to their brother.

"Can't breathe!" Drake rasped as his brothers hugged him far too tightly.

"Come on boys, take me to your room and fuck me like you've always wanted," Emma said, as she sauntered past them. Yelping in surprise as Franklin scooped her up into his arms. Giggling as he carried her hurriedly up the stairs.

"You're the best brother ever!" Aidyn shouted before racing to catch up to his twin.

Drake had a smile on his face as he listened to Emma purr. It was nice to finally see her happy. He knew she wouldn't always sleep with them unless she wanted to. Rubbing the back of his head wondering how the neighbors are going to take the fact of him sunbathing in the nude for the rest of the month. Then again, that wasn't anything new to him. He did spend a lot of time on that nude beach. Turning as he heard a knock on his front door.

"Hello...?" His eyes ran down the dazzling red head wondering why she looked so familiar.

"Hello Drake, I hope you remember me?"