My name is Charles Franklin. I'm 19 years old and just beginning my second year of college at the local branch of our state university. I'm an only child. Everyone says I'm the spitting image of my dad when he was my age. I've seen his high school graduation pictures and I can't argue with them.
My biological mother died before I turned one. My dad remarried before I turned three. I was the ring bearer. I've seen pictures of me dressed in my little tuxedo from the wedding, but I don't remember it. My dad, Ben, is 48. He never quite forgave his own parents for naming him 'Benjamin Franklin.' Dad calls me Chuck.
My mom, Adriana, is 42. She's the only mother I've ever known and has always treated me like I was her own son. Mom calls me Chuckie. I was okay with that when I was younger; when I got to high school, I hoped she'd start calling me Chuck, but she never did. One other thing about Mom. She's gorgeous. I don't mean pretty or good looking. I mean drop-dead, traffic stopping, movie star gorgeous! I stopped bringing my friends around when we got to high school; someone was always making inappropriate comments about her.
In my circle of friends, my mom was everyone's MILF. She's dark complected and looks like a Greek goddess. She has the most amazing gold eyes which make her even more exotic. She has an incredible body; she works out tirelessly at the gym four times a week to keep her figure. Her measurements are 36D-23-38; I overheard her telling the sales lady when she took me to the dress shop one time when I was younger. I understood why all my friends drooled over her, but I didn't have to like it, so I just stopped bringing them over.
Dad was leaving on a two-week business trip to Europe. His company wanted to expand there, and they felt he was the guy to close the deal. Mom was getting ready to drive him to the airport. As we were saying our goodbyes, we shook hands. Dad held onto mine and looked me in the eyes. "You're the man of the house while I'm gone Chuck. Take care of your mother for me. I'll see you in two weeks." I promised him I would do as he asked, and he left.
The first couple of days were pretty routine. I was busy with school and homework; mom was busy with her gym time. We ate dinner together every night, making small talk and catching up on each other's day. I'd clean the kitchen for her; it was only fair since she usually made dinner.
Things started to change the third night. A violent thunderstorm kicked up bringing heavy winds, pounding rain, and lots of lightning flashes, some really close by. I was lying in bed, starting to drift off, just enjoying the music of the storm. "Chuckie, are you still awake?" mom asked with a trembling voice. I sat up, she was standing in my doorway. "Sure mom, what's up?"
"I'm scared. I've been frightened of storms ever since I was a little girl. Your father has always held me on nights like this; he's always made me feel safe. Can you please just come lay down in my bed, so I don't feel alone?" She sounded like she was ready to cry. I remembered Dad's words before he left.
"Sure mom. Go back and lay down, I'll be right there." I threw on a t-shirt, I usually just slept in my lounge pants. I went to her room just as another brilliant flash of lightning and crack of thunder hit, this time close to the house. Mom started sobbing, I got in bed and laid on top of the covers. I was half sitting up; I pulled her close to me and put my arms around her. I was stroking her hair. "It's going to be okay, Mom, it's going to be okay." I reassured her.
"I'm so sorry, Chuckie. I'm sure you think I'm just a silly goose. Thank you for being with me; I feel better already." I gave her a little hug to let her know everything was fine.
At some point during the night, I must have laid down completely. I woke up groggily, trying to get my bearings. I realized Mom had snuggled up behind me. Her breasts were pressing against my back, and she had thrown one leg over me. The insane part was when I realized she had one hand wrapped around my morning hard-on!
"M-Mo-Mom! What are you doing?"
"Huh, wha-what? Ben? Ch-Chuck-Chuckie! Oh shit, oh baby, oh shit. I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry, I'm so embarrassed." She immediately let me go and rolled underneath the covers, pulling them up to just below her chin. She wouldn't look at me directly.
"Mom, you were asleep, I know you just thought I was Dad. Let's both pretend this never happened and hope there are no more thunderstorms while Dad's gone! I've got to get ready for school, I'm going to hop in the shower."
But my words rang hollow to me. I couldn't get that image out of my head. The feeling of those ripe, firm breasts pressed into my back. The feeling of that supple, toned leg over mine. And most of all, the feeling of her hand wrapped around my cock. I jerked off in the shower that morning, thinking of all those things and a lot more. I ran out of the house embarrassed; I had just masturbated thinking about making love to my Mom!
I got home from school and Mom was in the kitchen making dinner. She hadn't changed from the gym. Her lycra workout pants hugged her gorgeous ass like a second skin. Her workout bra strained from holding in those luscious breasts, her nipples were showing through. "Anything I can do to help?" I asked.
"Can you peel the potatoes for me, Chuckie?"
I began to peel them over the sink and knicked the end of one finger. "Shit!" I exclaimed as my fingertip began to bleed. Mom came over immediately and stunned me when she put my finger into her mouth to stop the bleeding. She pressed up against me to reach into the drawer behind us to get a band-aid. Her breasts felt even better from the front, and I immediately got a raging hard-on, hoping she wouldn't feel it. No such luck as she stepped away from me with her eyes glued to my crotch.
"It's no use Chuckie." she said as she wrapped the band aid around my finger. "All day long, I've been thinking about spooning you from behind and what that beautiful cock felt like in my hand. I can't stop thinking about it."
"I can't stop either, Mom. I masturbated in the shower this morning thinking about making love to you."
She didn't say another word but molded her body to mine. Her arms were wrapped around my neck as she pressed her lips to mine and began to kiss me wantonly. She thrust her tongue into my mouth, and I sucked on it longingly. I cupped her ass cheeks in my hands and pulled her crotch into mine, grinding against her. "Take me into your room, make love to me in your bed!" Adriana begged me.
I put my hand behind her elbow and guided her down the hallway to my room. Once inside, I began to strip immediately. She did the same. We were both naked at almost the same time. I laid her down on the bed and lay on my stomach between her legs. I began to lick, suck, and kiss the insides of her thighs. She had her fingers intertwined in my hair, pulling me upwards. I didn't move up just yet, I wanted to continue to tease her. Clearly, she liked my oral ministrations to her legs as she wiggled and moaned beneath my lips and tongue.
"Ch-Chuck-Chuckie, mmmmmmm, that feels so good baby. You have a magic mouth. Eat me, eat momma's pussy, I can't take this, I need you to eat my pussy. Please baby, please!"
My cock was rock hard and throbbing as I crawled up higher between her legs. I began to lick the outside of her labia lightly with just the tip of my tongue. She again pulled on my hair to try and force my mouth to her pussy. I gently pulled her labia apart and started licking the inside of her pussy lips. She was rotating her hips, grinding against my face. "Uh, uh, uh, shit, shit, shit! Eatme, eatme, eatme, eatmeeeeeeeeee!"
I slipped my tongue inside her pussy, searching for her G-spot. Her guttural screams, pelvic thrusts against my face, and holding my face to her cunt told me I'd found it. I flicked my tongue over that area, again and again and again. "Nnnnnnnnnnngggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhh, cumcumcumcumcummmmmmiiiiiiiiiinnnnnnnngggggggggg!" Adriana tasted delicious; I wasn't able to swallow all of her juice as she bathed my face in her cum. I continued to lick her G-spot through her orgasm when she started to have another one.
Adriana was having multiple orgasms. Her heels were kicking my back, she was squirming and wriggling underneath me. "Uh, uh, uh, uh. Shit, shit, shit, shit. Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm, oh baby stop, please stop, oh stop, I'm going to pass out from the pleasure."
Reluctantly I stopped and got on my knees, my face glistening with her love juices. She pulled me to her and licked my face clean. "Chuckie? Where did you learn to eat pussy like that? You're amazing!"
