My Son the Gigolo
By
Soul71
Thanks to WAA01 for the edits
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Chapter One
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Drake Lucian stood in his mother's bathroom with her soiled panties wrapped around his cock. His small frame was highlighted by the overhead bathroom light. He has always been attracted to his mother. How could he not be; his mother was the hottest woman he has ever known! With her dark red hair, her stunning green eyes, to her 36D breasts, he learned from her bra tags, to the way her ass moved beneath the skirts and tight pants she wore. The way her alluring hips called out to him to take hold of them as he fucked her from behind. Plus, there was the fact that she has been sleeping with his two older brothers. So, it wasn't too farfetched that he would be joining them. However, that wasn't the case as Drake soon found out.
"God damn it! Drake how many times have I told you to stop masturbating using my panties!" Iliana hissed at her son. Her foot stomped as her eyes looked in disgust at the sight before her. She did love her youngest son, yet he wasn't as handsome nor built like her other two sons. He was far too thin, too frail, and his unruly hair kept her eyes from noticing what her son was packing. If she did, then maybe, just maybe, their lives would have been different.
Drake felt ten inches tall as his brothers had wandered in and was snickering as his mother berated him. He didn't think he could feel much smaller than he did at that moment. However, how the Fates can be so cruel.
"When will you get it through your head Drake? I will not now, nor will I ever sleep with you," Iliana growled growing red in the face. "Why would I when you don't even have an ounce of what your brothers do?! Now get out of my damn bathroom! You're grounded for the rest of the month!" she shouted as she pointed to the door. "You can wait outside and listen as real men fuck me," Iliana sneered. While she did enjoy how he looked at her, still that didn't mean she was going to fuck him. She had her other two strapping, handsome sons for that.
Iliana eased off her middle son's cock as she heard the front door slam. Returning Aidyn's cock back to her mouth as she shrugged her shoulders. Moaning as Franklin thrust his cock into her wet cunt. She'll apologize to Drake once he came home. She didn't want to hurt her child, yet he wasn't like his brothers, and Iliana did love having two available hard cocks eager to fuck her at any given time. Her husband knew all about it as well. Hence why he was never around anymore. Mario no longer felt the need to come home to her any longer. Iliana did still love him, however, he no longer loved her when he walked in on her and Franklin one night. She knew divorce was coming, Mario only stayed married to her until Drake was out of school and went off to college. If Mario didn't want her any longer she knew two muscle bound sons that wanted their mother's pussy.
"That little bastard," Iliana hissed as Drake ended her call before it ever went through as she stood in the kitchen making her children dinner.
"Don't worry about Drake he'll come home," Franklin said, sharing a laugh with his younger brother. "He always does. How else is he going to sniff your panties?"
"True," Iliana cooed before flashing her son a smile.
"Anyway, forget about him, let's finish up dinner and head back for some more fun," Aidyn said, smirking coyly at his mother.
"Mmm..." Iliana hummed as her hips swayed as she sauntered over to her middle son. "As tempting as that is, you have school work to do, as do you," she said, caressing Aidyn's cheek as she looked upon her fraternal twins. Knowing that once their college started back up in the fall she was going to miss them dearly. Although, it was a good thing that she had talked them into attending the college only an hour away from their town. That way they and she could be together as much as they could given their sports schedules and course loads. "I don't want to hear that you failed your exams all because you couldn't keep you mind or your cocks off of mama's ass and tits," Iliana teased her sons as she walked back over to the stove.
Iliana and her sons were having a cheery time as they lounged in the living room as she teased her sons to no end, just like they did to her. Yet her mind was troubled. Her youngest son had yet to come home. It had been three hours since Drake had stormed off. Maybe she shouldn't have said that to her son, however, she was tired of finding her underwear soiled with his cum. She wouldn't have minded if he actually washed them after he was done with them and not throwing them back into the hamper to get ruined.
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Drake groaned at his sore muscles as he slogged his weary body home. If his mother didn't want him like he wanted her, then he was going to make her want him so bad that she'd beg for it. He just hoped the gym he just signed onto would give him the results he needed. Then there was the ad in the paper, not the ones that you see on newsstands, but of the adult kind. He knew if he wanted to make his mother want him, lust for him, then he would need to learn how to seduce older women. He just hoped the woman he had talked to would give him the chance to earn that skill. Plus, if he made a lot of money doing it all the more better. Opening the mail box wondering if his acceptance letter to Cornell or the other two architecture schools he had applied too showed up while he was gone. Drake was at one point going to stay close to home, yet that thought went out of his mind when his mother said those words. His eyes lit up at the three envelopes from Cornell, Rice, and North Dakota State.
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Iliana turned in her seat as she heard the front door opening. She watched as Drake tossed two envelopes into the trash before the rest of the mail thumped onto the small, rectangle table that sat close to the door where they normally set the mail or packages on. Her green eyes ran down his shirt noting the sweat stains and the salty residue surrounding them. She wondered just what he's been doing. As she started to speak, Drake uncharacteristically walked off without a word or a leer at her. Her eyebrows rose at the sound of her son's bedroom door slamming shut.
"Seems the baby is still pouting," Franklin chuckled as he watched his mother walking over to the trash bin.
Iliana ignored how her son whistled at her as she bent over as she plucked the two envelopes out of the wastebasket. "
Unopened?! Why did he throw them away if he didn't read them
?" she asked herself as she turned them over in her hand. Her nail cut through the thin paper; her eyes widened in glee as her son had gotten in. Still, the question remained: Why? Why had Drake thrown them away before even reading them? Granted she didn't like the nine hour trek to Houston, or the sixteen hour car ride to North Dakota, that was still closer to her than across the country. "Drake?!" Iliana called out as she started to climb the stairs. "We need to..." Her words stilled as Drake walked bare chested from his room to the bathroom he and his brothers shared without a word to her. Her temper was starting to rise as he shut the bathroom door forcibly. Walking into his bedroom, she was about to lay the letters on his bed so they could talk about why he threw them away, however, that was until she saw the letter from Cornell.
"Oh hell no!" Iliana hissed as she read down the sheet of paper. Her son was not, was not, going to go to New York! She could deal with him going to Rice or North Dakota, but not New York City. "Drake! Drake! Open this door, right now!" she shouted as the palm of her hand beat upon the door.
"What?" Drake asked coldly, standing in nothing but a towel.
"When were you going to tell me about this?!" Iliana inquired, incensed as she waved the Cornell acceptance letter in the air.
"I wasn't," Drake said, plainly.
"You just can't run off to New York and not tell me!" Iliana yelled.
"Why not?" Drake asked, bewildered.
"I'm you mother! You should have told me about this!" Iliana said, her finger tapped the letter.
"I don't see what the problem is," Drake said, aloofly.
"Well, I do! Me and your father are not going to pay for you to live a thousand miles across the country when you can get just as good as an education at these," Iliana said, holding up his other letters in her right hand.
"I didn't ask you to, if you bothered to
read
it then you would have seen were I got a full ride. So, I won't be needing you, or your money for college," Drake said, closing the bathroom door so he could take a shower.
"Drake," her hand rested on the door stopping it from closing, "about earlier..."
"Save it, you stated your mind very articulately. You don't want me, and I sure as
Hell
don't want you now. Now, is there anything else? Otherwise you're wasting hot water," Drake said, pointedly.
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Chapter Two
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And so, the Lucian household wasn't as fun or as warm as it once had been as the months passed. Iliana saw less and less of her son as the days wore on. Some days she thought Drake was a ghost with the lack of time he spent at home. Some days he didn't get home until five in the morning. She did worry about him, namely with all the late nights he'd been adding up. When he was still in high school it only happened during the weekends, yet the moment he graduated his nights and some days were packed to the point she had to schedule a time just to have a chat with him. Those chats were not as fortuitous as she might have hoped. When Drake had put a lock on his door, and the odd new clothes she had seen him carrying into his room, and that brand new car. She had to put her foot down.
"Drake what is going on with you?!" Iliana asked worriedly, as she finally got a moment alone with her youngest son as he walked in at the crack of dawn on Monday morning. Her eyes ran down his baggy clothes. She knew they were not the ones he left in the night before. She had noticed the smell of cologne drifting out of his room whenever she passed it. Something that she thought her son would never wear, at least not the kind that would spark her interest. Yet those clothes of his, the way he carried himself, this was not how her son acted months ago, and with him leaving in two weeks she doubted she'd ever get another chance to find out. "First the late hours, the new clothes, and that car!"
"What about it?" Drake asked, as he spun his keyring around his finger.
"How did you pay for it? I know it wasn't through me, was it your father?" Iliana asked, studying her son intently. His once unruly, black with red natural highlights, hair was gone, now replaced by something that framed his face so perfectly. His face had lost some of its sunkenness that'd plagued him since childhood. What parts of his body she could see like his neck, forearms, and calves looked more toned than she remembered. She had forgotten when the last time was she had seen him shirtless. Every time she tried to get him into the pool with them Drake blew her off. While now her panties went unmolested she kind of missed seeing his spunk marring her undergarments.
