My Son the Gigolo Pt. 02

"Don't fuck up my car," Drake said in a tired tone when Franklin was sitting at their kitchen table up early to study for the test he had in his summer class. Seeing his brother's eyes lighting up when he dropped the keys for his BMW into his hand. "You tear, dent, scratch, wreck, speed, get a flat tire, I'm holding you responsible for any and all costs it will take to get the car back into its former condition, we clear?"

"Yeah, yeah, no need to get your panties in..."

"You don't seem to understand what I'm saying; that's my image, my means of earning money; you would be on me in a flash if I disregarded your football gear and left it out in the rain and snow," Drake stated, glaring down at his brother. "I don't work my tail off just so you and Aydin can squander my money."

"Drake, you're being too hard on your brother," Iliana said sweetly; she couldn't resist smiling when it felt like Drake was dressing down his son and not his brother. "I'm sure Franklin and Aydin will take good care of your car while we're in Knoxville, won't you?" she asked, resting her chin on Drake's right shoulder as she hugged him from behind.

"I promise, Drake, it won't have a ding on it when you get back," Franklin stated firmly, knowing Drake did have to keep up his image. They all knew how hard Drake had been working since his return home from Italy, all so they could still call their home, home. He didn't want to know what would have happened to them if they had lost the house and lost the means of continuing to go to college. Watching as Drake dropped sixty dollars onto the table.

"For gas and something for you two to eat tonight. Don't think Mom wants to come home to find the kitchen destroyed with whatever monstrosity you two cook up," Drake teased, hearing his mother giggle behind him. "The car stays in the garage when you're not using it." Seeing his brother nod in understanding as headlights shone through the front window.

"Come on, honey," handing Drake his cup of cappuccino she had placed in a traveling cup as her left hand slid into his right, "we should get going if we want to make it to Knoxville before eight-thirty," Iliana stated with a loving smile on her lips. Seeing how Drake savored his first sip of his coffee, knowing she had made it just right for him. "Franklin, you and Aydin don't stay up too late, and no parties while we're gone," she said in a stern motherly tone.

"Call me if the car isn't ready by tomorrow," Drake called out to his brother before shutting the door behind him.

"Morning, you two," Cybil said in a cheery tone as she got her bag out of the trunk of her car.

"Morning, Cybil, you ready for this conference?" Iliana asked, opening the trunk of the Audi so Cybil could place her own bag with theirs she had preloaded the previous evening due to how late Drake would be given that was the trade-off he made to get these two days off. She knew he was giving up a lot of money to go with them, and she was going to ensure that he got every penny's worth in the form of her pussy and mouth, along with Cybil's. "Try this," she said with a smile on her lips in the light of the trunk as she handed Cybil her own coffee.

"Oh, is this from the famous cappuccino machine I've heard so much about?" Cybil asked, smiling at Iliana while her eyes were glued on Drake as he opened the reared passenger door.

"Mmmhmm," Iliana hummed.

"Okay, I can see why you said that; this is damn good," Cybil moaned as the hot caffeinated beverage played along her tongue. "So, why is he riding in the back?" she asked low.

"Oh, Dante had to work late last night and didn't get in until almost one in the morning, so he's a little bit cranky right now."

"I see, then I think he needs a good sucking to really ease him into his sleep," Cybil stated, hoping her friend would let her.

"Just don't stain the leather; Dante paid a lot for this car; I would hate to have to have it detailed so soon," Iliana said, winking at her friend as she took Cybil's coffee cup from her and walked around the car as Cybil closed the lid of the trunk.

Cybil was giggling like a schoolgirl as she approached the rear driver's side door. She's been dreaming of this moment all week long. Recounting how her husband had been begging her not to do this, that he would do whatever she wanted. She knew he knew the moment she had that fat cock in her, he would never compete with the owner of that cock again. That the moment she came on it, she would seek it out again if he thought she would put up with his cheating again. She told him flat out it was going to happen, whether he liked it or not. Just like she forgave him for his months-long affair with that big-breasted cunt from a block down the road. It was only fair that she had her own affair to even the score, at least she thought as much. Whether or not he was still there when they returned on Tuesday afternoon, she already had a plan in place. She would clean him out, get the house and custody of their kids, and he would only get a quarter of his paycheck to live on. She thought it a fitting price to pay for his cheating.

"Hi, Dante," Cybil cooed as the door softly closed, encasing the two of them in the rear of the car.

"Hello," cupping his hand over his mouth as he yawned loudly, "sorry about that," Drake mumbled.

"It's quite alright; I heard you had a late night," Cybil said, inching closer to Drake.

"I did," Drake agreed, taking a sip of his coffee as his mother started up the car.

"And that's why I'm back here, to give you a little something to help you sleep," Cybil spoke in a sultry tone as her hand slid along his lap. Feeling his soft mound of flesh beneath her touch.

"That so?"

"Mmmhmm," Cybil hummed as she rubbed his manhood through his jeans. "I hope you brought a whole box of condoms with you because I want to be so sore in the morning people will be wondering what all I've done the night before," she purred as she felt him responding to her touch. "How about we take this guy out, and I'll give you a taste of what's in store for you this evening," Cybil stated in a heated tone.

"Knock yourself out," Drake uttered with a coy grin.

"Mmm... would you just look at that cock, and this is what a cock should look like," Cybil said, practically drooling as her fingers wrapped around Drake's shaft.

"I know, there's just nothing like it," Iliana said dreamily as she pointed her car towards I-40 for their three-and-a-half-hour drive to Knoxville.

"Please, tonight, be gentle with me; I've never had something so big in me before," Cybil stated with innocence as she peered up at him while she continued to stroke him to full hardness.

"I would never; by the time I'm out from between your legs, you'll be so wet, it will just slide right in," Drake said with confidence.

"Do... do you mean you're going to eat my married pussy?" Cybil asked, forgetting the last time her husband had put any effort into the act.

"Of course, ask Iliana what you're in store for," Drake spoke with a cocky grin on his lips.

"Cybil, have you ever cum from oral in two minutes?" Iliana asked, smirking into her rearview mirror.

"What?! That's not possible!"

"Neither is that cock in your hand, yet my baby can and has done so numerous times to my sweet little cunt, haven't you, baby?" Iliana asked, blowing Drake a kiss in the mirror.

"Mmmhmm, and who wouldn't want to see that pretty little pussy all creamy, hmm?" Drake flirted.

"Two minutes?! You two aren't fucking with me, are you?" Cybil asked, looking between the two. Feeling her mound quivering in anticipation when she stared into those eyes of his as the streetlights played along his face.

"I never boast about my skill; I am that good. Are you prepared for the delights that await you on the tip of my tongue?" Drake spoke in a seductive tone as he cradled her chin between his thumb and index finger.

"No, but neither was Columbus when he set out to find the New World, and tonight, I plan on planting my flag on the shores of discovery," Cybil purred before inhaling his cock. "Oh, God, it's so fucking big!" she exclaimed once she came up for breath.

"Did warn you," Iliana spoke with a smirk on her lips.

"I just want the whole thing in my mouth," Cybil moaned as she went back to her task. In her fourteen years of marriage, she's never once thought about seeking out another man. She was content with remaining a faithful wife to her husband; however, he set this into motion, set her out on this course of action to have another man between her legs. She would not return to that marriage with the scales so heavily weighted in his favor. She wanted her husband to know she could easily find another cock to take care of her needs. Now once she returned home, the slate would be cleared, and they could hopefully build back their marriage; nevertheless, this time, he would have to truly show her that he wanted to stay married to her. She wasn't going to be the only one trying to make it work like she has been doing for the past two months. Her hand slipped between her legs, rubbing her covered mound as she pleasured that hard, fat tool of Drake's. How she couldn't wait to sit on it. To feel how full it would make her. To have it stretching her out like no man has done. She just hoped she'd be able to walk to the conference the next day. "Cum in my mouth; I want you on my tongue all through the morning," Cybil growled in lust before her lips engulfed his rod once again.

Iliana was fighting herself from rubbing her pussy as she listened on. How the sound of Cybil sucking off her son made her so wet. It took all her will power not to pull the car over to the shoulder of the interstate and join Cybil in the backseat. Yet she was her son's cuckquean, and this was for her friend's benefit, to show her that there were men out there willing to pick up the slack if her husband no longer wanted to share her bed.

"God, fuck condoms; I want to feel you soiling my pussy with this thing!" Cybil said, throwing caution to the wind. "I'm clean, so you don't have to worry about anything, except if I can't get enough of this fat cock," she purred before swirling her tongue around Drake's deflating crown.

"What about pregnancy?" Drake asked with a cocked eyebrow.

"Oh, that," waving off his worry, "a cyst formed on my ovaries after the birth of my second child, which ruptured, causing internal bleeding which caused the doctors to remove them to be safe so that it wouldn't turn into cancer. So you don't have to worry about getting me pregnant. Now you just relax and enjoy your nap," Cybil cooed, lightly kissing his lips, loving the taste of his cum as it lingered on her tongue.

******

"Baby? We're here," Iliana whispered lightly as she jostled Drake's knee to wake him from the nap he's been in for the past three hours.

"Where...? Oh, right," Drake mumbled as his fogged mind caught up to his waking body. "So where's this conference supposed to be held?" he asked, stretching in his seat. Noting how his mother's eyes lingered on his chest when his shirt became taut as he did so. Seeing that smile on her lips, the same smile he's seen all his life whenever she would wake him.

"They're holding it in some giant room in the hotel like they always do," Cybil stated in a dispassionate tone.

"You don't sound too eager to go to this thing?" Drake spoke as he opened the car door.

"Hell no, I know what I'll be thinking about throughout those long, boring speeches," Cybil said with a rather sexy smile on her lips.

"And whatever could that be?" Drake asked with a knowing smile, walking to the back of the car to get his and his mother's bags out of the trunk.

"Oh, you know, how much I'm going to cream that cock of yours, and how much cum you'll be pumping into my pussy, mmm, nice and firm," Cybil purred as she grabbed handfuls of Drake's left ass cheek. "I bet you can bounce a quarter on your ass."

"Wouldn't you like to know?" Drake flirted as his mother lowered the trunk.

"Dante, are you hungry?" Iliana asked, slipping her hand into his once she had taken her bag from him.

"Little bit; why?" Drake inquired, peering over at his mother as they walked towards the front entrance.

"We passed a pancake house just a mile down the road from here," nodding in its direction, "so if you want to go, you can; we won't be stopping till one then breaking for a thirty-minute lunch, which the hotel will be serving," Iliana said, a little miffed she wouldn't be able to head up to their room for a hot tryst with her son. "Then we'll end the day around five, so you'll be on your own for a bit. Do you think you'll survive?" she asked with a teasing smirk on her lips.

"Yeah, I think so," Drake retorted, seeing his mother's eyes widen at the spank he landed on her ass. Glancing to his right as they passed the gym on their way to the reception desk.

"Welcome to the Hyatt hotel; how can I help you?" asked the kind young man that stood behind the desk.

"Yes, we're here for the security and data conference," Iliana said, stepping up to the desk, giving the man the company she and Cybil were with.

"And you, sir?" the man asked, looking at Drake.

"Oh, he's not here for the conference; he's here to be our entertainment for the evening," Iliana uttered with a seductive smile on her lips as she peered back at her son, getting a lustful 'Mmmhmm' out of Cybil when she spoke those words.

"I can certainly see why; the man's delicious," the man cooed as he checked Drake out. "If it doesn't work out, can I throw my hat in the ring?"

"Oh, I'm never throwing him away; just look at him; I'm not that crazy," Iliana said, chuckling along with the receptionist.

"Is the gym open for guests or...?" Drake spoke, smirking wickedly at his mother.

"The gym is open, and you're free to use it anytime you want," the man said in a polite tone.

"Good, and thank you, it's been so hectic with work for the past few days, haven't had the chance to get a decent workout in," Drake said, watching the drool just forming at the corners of his mother's and Cybil's mouths as he flexed his muscles. Seeing how their minds went blank as he put on a little show for them. While he wasn't into guys, that didn't mean he couldn't appreciate the look on the man's face. It was nice to know that if he was gay, he would just be as lucky as he was then with the ladies. "So, how about you take that card, and we'll go up to our room," he spoke in a very charming and very alluring tone as he rested his bag over his shoulder, displaying how taut his bicep was after all the years of constantly going to the gym has turned his once scrawny body into a lean, tight, muscular form. Wiggling his eyebrows as he flexed his pectoral muscles, whistling innocently as he walked off towards the elevators.

"That's just wrong, and you know it!" Iliana called out to him, feeling her body heating and a groan of want escaping her lips when Drake just smacked his ass to get a rise out of her. Which he knew would work. She did love holding onto it when he brought her to the edge of her blissful wonderland and down over the raging falls filled with ecstasy and lust.

"Is he always so... insatiable?" Cybil asked; her pussy was threatening to drown her panties in her juices as her mind played out what she would be doing to that hot, hard body of his.

"Mmmhmm," Iliana hummed as she dragged her lip along her teeth, remembering the Christmas he came home before leaving for Italy. Recounting how that white turtleneck he was wearing gave her a glimpse at the body her son had earned.

"This is the meal you've wanted, isn't it?" Drake asked, holding up the front of his shirt and showing off his hard abs to the two of them.

"You're going to eat me out right this second?!" Cybil growled, pushing Drake onto one of the full-size, matching beds that were in the room. "There is no way in hell I'm going to sit through that boring-ass crap when I'm fucking horny as all hell?!" Seeing how Iliana had the same thought as she did as she too was unzipping her skirt that she was wearing as well, as her own hit the floor. Revealing to Drake's eyes the rather sexy white pair of panties she had bought just for this trip Saturday.

"Well, then ladies, your seat awaits," Drake said, tapping his lips.

"Oh, shit, oh, shit, oh fuck me, yes!" Cybil hollered out as she came hard on his tongue as she rode his face. "Fuck I need another; I've never been eaten out this well in my life!" she cried out, hoping the people in the room above them couldn't hear what was happening in their room. "God damn!" Were the only words she could get out before her body convulsed and fell to the left of him as she lost herself in her orgasm.

"Baby, you won't leave me wanting, will you?" Iliana asked in a sweet tone as she dried his face.

"Have I ever turned you down?" Drake asked.

"Once, but that was to teach me a lesson, so I don't count it," Iliana said, referencing the night before Christmas when she sucked his cock while he was sleeping.

"Then get up here and show me that pussy that I love making cum just for me," Drake said with a loving smile on his lips. Seeing the light flare in his mother's eyes when he said that.

"You're so good to me," Iliana sighed as she caressed his face before scurrying to sit on his face when she noted the time. Hearing her son coughing beneath her when she drowned him in her juices that had just gushed out of her from her orgasm. What could she say? Even after all this time, her son has yet to diminish in his skill; in truth, she got the feeling they've only strengthened since they became a couple. "One more baby, then we have to go. Now make my pussy fucking sloppy wet!" she growled as she took hold of tufts of his hair and rode his face hard. "God, I love tasting me on your tongue," Iliana purred as they shared a passionate kiss as she and Drake stood in the room's doorway. Slipping the room key into his front pocket. Noticing the far-off dreamy look on Cybil's face as she gazed at her son.

"Well, if you hurry back, you might get to taste something else with you on it," Drake spoke in a sinful tone as he rubbed his mother's hand along his rousing manhood.

"That's just playing dirty?!" Iliana bemoaned.

"With how hot you are, Iliana, I have to play dirty," Drake retorted with a coy smirk on his lips. Watching how red his mother's face was getting.

"Ugh!" Iliana groaned in aggravation as she stomped down the hall. "This isn't over! You hear me!"

"And you know where to find me, Iliana; I'm not hiding," rolling his body in a sexual manner to get his mother even hornier than she already was at that point, "I'm all the more willing to make you howl at the moon," Drake called out to her.

"Be safe when you go out, and don't work too hard in the gym," Cybil said, getting her parting words in. Glad to see that her friend had someone who cared about her like she saw in Drake's eyes.

"Dante?"

"Yeah?" Drake's voice carried down the hall.

"Love you, get you something to eat, okay?" Iliana spoke in a loving, motherly tone, seeing him nod as her face burned like mad as his words rattled inside of her head. Who was dancing a jig inside of it at the realization that her son thought she was hot.

******

Drake noted the looks he had garnered the moment he walked into to the local pancake house. It was normal for him, so it didn't bother him all that much. In Italy, he was practically the norm wherever he went, so he never really noticed the looks he had gotten when he first returned from his time overseas. He did, however, notice how the three younger waitresses were glaring at the woman who appeared to be in her early thirties approached him with a menu in her hand.

"You new here?"

"Just visiting for the day," Drake said in a polite tone as she set his menu before him.