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Date: Tue, 14 Jun 2005 04:17:48 +0000
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Ironmikie's Story
I had the exquisite pleasure of being lovingly taught how to make love to a
woman by my Mom when I became sexually mature at 13. I am now a fully grown
mature and successful 50 year old man. It was such an erotic, thrilling,
educational and tender sharing of both natural maternal love and lust.
When I was 13, almost 14 my father was gone for a year to Vietnam. After about 9
months, my mother, who must have been very lonely and worried about him, asked
me, "Honey, would you like to start sleeping in my bed with me?"
I was ecstatic! Like most boys my age, I had a huge crush on my Mom. Although I
was an athlete and scholar, I had only recently started physically and
psychologically developing sexually. I had only just reached puberty a few
months or weeks before this, after most of my friends. I saw this invitation as
a fantasy fulfilled. I, of course, agreed to the arrangement, but did not want
to let her know how excited I was about it. So I told her, "Sure, Mom. I don't
mind. I get lonely in my bed too."
I often fantasized about her. She was a beautiful woman - very fashion
conscious, slim, petite, with long dark hair, blue eyes, perky small but full
little breasts with large erect nipples, and ruby colored lips, very young -
only 28 at the time. All of my friends used to make comments about how "hot" my
Mom was. They were quite envious of me having such a beautiful mother. I also
had noticed how all the men would stop and stare when walking past her. I could
see the lust in their faces as they longingly watched her gorgeous tight ass
sway to-and-fro while she confidently strutted those lovely slender legs in high
heels. I vividly recall the fantasies, daydreams and wet dreams, secret desires,
stolen glances, longing lustful stares at her swaying ass as she walked ahead of
me, the excitement whenever she sat down in a short skirt or dress and crossed
her legs before my eyes, positioning myself to watch her get out of the car
right in front of me - thereby exposing her thighs and sometimes a flash of
panties, the nipples sticking erectly out in a silk blouse or nightgown, the
jiggle of her breasts as she walked toward me, etc. Just watching her move
around the house made me very aroused.
She was always very proper, never was naked or undressed in front of me. She
usually changed out of her business attire when she got home and into something
more casual for the evening. She would go into her bedroom and change, sometimes
leaving the door open and I would steal glimpses of her in various states of
undress, but never saw her naked or with her private parts exposed. About the
most I ever saw was a flash of her in panties and bra for a fleeting moment as
she changed clothes and walked from her bed to her closet (the path to which was
visible if I stood in the hallway). But at night she always wore very sheer silk
or nylon slinky night gowns with nothing on underneath. I could tell each time
she passed in front of a light and I could clearly see her sexy silhouette. I
was both fascinated and extremely curious about the dark areas around her
nipples and that dark patch between her legs that appeared under the nightgown.
I wondered to myself, "Did women have pubic hair like men did?" (I did not
realize most women shaved their legs yet either). Was my mom hairy there too?
Was it the same color as her hair?
Well, nothing happened at first, with us just cuddling, hugging and her holding
me each night. She was glad to have the company in bed and I was enjoying the
attention and physical closeness of being with her. I loved the smell of her.
Although she wore perfume, it was always subtle and never overpowering, just
the feminine fragrance of a woman. She sometimes would still read a book or
magazine article to me like when I was little. Most nights she would give me a
motherly kiss goodnight and turn off the light as she turned over, facing away
from me. I increasingly looked forward to those tender loving kisses, which
were always on the cheek or forehead, as not only did I like the tender feeling
of them, but I often also got the added bonus of her tits brushing up against
my chest or shoulders as she leaned over to kiss me. When that would happen, my
dick instantly stood at attention! I do not know if she ever noticed, since she
never said or did anything to indicate that she knew it made me hard. We
usually slept with me snuggled up against her backside. I could feel the curves
of her tight ass against my stiff dick and often imagined myself entering her
from that angle. Each time I felt her body against mine and her warm legs would
rub mine it stirred my libido. Often I would fall asleep dreaming about how I
could somehow arrange to get to see her totally naked and then somehow make
love to her.
One night I must have been thinking about how desirable she looked as she got
into bed next to me. As I snuggled up against her firm little round butt, I had
a huge hard-on. She must have felt it, because she reached behind her, grabbed
it and turned over to face me!
Oh My God! I was so embarrassed! I did not know what she was going to say or do.
I just looked at her with an "Oh Shit!" look on my face, fearing the worst.
Then looking me in the eye while holding my dick, she asked me rather matter-of-
factly, "Mike, Do you find me sexually attractive?
Although I stammered a bit and hesitated, I told her the truth, "Yes, Mom. I
think you are beautiful."
She just smiled at me in response and said, "Thank you I am flattered. You have
never told me you thought I was beautiful before." She had a way of making me
feel somewhat comfortable about the situation.
I replied, "Well, you never asked me before. All of my friends think you are
beautiful too."
Then she asked, "Honey were you thinking of me? Was that what caused you to have
an erection?"
Now she was asking me a very private and embarrassing question, but since she
still held my attention and had not in any way acted as if she disapproved of my
behavior, I decided to tell her, "Yes, I was. I sometimes fantasize about you. I
think you are very sexy, Mom." There, I had said it.
So then she asked "So what is your my fantasy?"
Now I really had myself in deep! I told her the truth, "Well, you know, Mom:
I:er:I was fantasizing about having sex with you."
She blushed a little at my admission and smiled that charming smile again. She
told me in a soothing voice, "Honey, it is very normal for boys your age to be
attracted to their mothers." Then she told me about the Oedipus stage of
development in adolescents. Next she asked, "Have you had any wet dreams yet?"
I told her, "Yes, I did, but I really don't understand why or what happened. I
thought I had peed at first, then when I got to the bathroom and saw the clear
gooey Jello stuff in my pajama bottoms, I was not sure what it was."
Mom again reassured me with her voice and words. She explained to me that it
was nature's way of relieving the pressure on my testicles; that men needed
to release their built up semen and sperm often, or have prostate problems
later in life.
Next she asked, "Do you have wet dreams about me?"
I nearly died! But after a short delay and evasion, I admitted that, "Yes," she
was in my fantasies and dreams and that I imagined myself having sex with her.
She blushed at that - in hindsight I think she must have been excited by the
thought of me spewing hot jism, by just dreaming of her. She asked if I had
these feelings about any girls at school or other women. I told her I sometimes
fantasized about my teacher too, Miss Tylaska, but the girls at school were
"just girls, not women yet." She kind of chuckled at that comment and told me
they would soon be growing up into beautiful women and then I would feel
differently about them.
Probably because I gave her such honest but naive answers to her questions, she
then asked me what all I knew about sex and women's bodies. We had a long
educational discussion on the subject for maybe an hour. As she straightened out
the misinformation from my locker room buddies, I soaked-in the factual
information she was providing me about sex. She also went into a discussion
about how beautiful sexual intercourse can be as an expression of love between
two people, and not something dirty or disgusting. I recall she told me "Sex is
supposed to be fun, too." She described for me what sexual intercourse was and
how both a man and woman are aroused. All this time she was still holding my
dick. By now all this talk of sex made it throb with excitement. Pre-coital
fluid, that sweet clear stuff was leaking out of the head that peeked out from
between her fingers that were wrapped around the shaft. Surely she felt it
running down her fingers. Still grasping it firmly, she gave it a squeeze and
smiled at me. "Honey, if we don't take care of this for you, neither of us are
going to get any sleep tonight."
I wondered what she meant by that comment. She now inquired, "Mike, do you
masturbate?"
I was puzzled. "Mom, I don't even know what that word is. What do you mean?"
Well she started to explain it to me. As she did, she began to massage my now
totally throbbing dick - demonstrating for me how to masturbate. The sensations
were driving me crazy! Here was my Mother rubbing and pulling on my dick, which
was getting more and more excited with each stroke. Her soft hand tickled and
teased the flared edges of the head the most. As she sped up the pace of her
strokes, I stretched out my body lying flat onto my back and watched as my penis
grew even more and the head became an enlarged purple color. My brain was trying
to process all of this stimulation, but it was too much excitement. My hormones
were throbbing. My toes were curling and my leg muscles contracting. My breath
was getting short and irregular, with me taking in gulps of air as she rose up
the shaft with her hand and then letting it out slowly as she stroked downward.
I was having to consciously think about controlling my breathing. My heart was
pounding! I was loving the strange sensations and the visual picture of her
playing with my swollen cock, but suddenly I felt something else low in my
groin, "Mom, you gotta stop, I am going to pee!"
But she kept right on stroking my head and shaft, telling me, "Don't worry, it
is not pee! Just relax and enjoy it."
Soon it erupted into a huge orgasm. It was spectacular! My whole body was
spasming and I involuntarily thrust my hips up off the bed and let out a cry of
pleasure. I spurted all over both of us several shots of cum. "Wow!" It was my
first conscious orgasm and I was ecstatic with excitement and euphoric at her
show of genuine love for me.
She had a huge smile on her face as my love juices spewed into the air and
landed on us in glops and ropes of white creamy juices. She laughed a very sexy
throaty laugh and that made me feel like laughing too. She asked how that felt?
I told her, "Oh my God! That felt Great!"
"That, my son, was an orgasm and ejaculation!" She pronounced. She took her
index finger and wiped some of it off her neck, showed me the creamy semen on
the tip of her finger and told me it was called "cum." She put the tip of her
finger into her mouth and licked it off with her luscious lips, "Mmmmmm:tastes
good too." I was not sure whether I was disgusted or pleased with my Mother
eating my cum, but it definitely was erotic and thrilling to me as I lie there
with "all those wet spots containing millions of sperm," as she put it.
Then she got up from the bed, turned on the lamp, and went to get a face cloth
to clean us up. When she came back she washed my dick off and had wiped the cum
off her gown. Each place she had touched on the sheer gown with the damp
washcloth was now transparent.
One of her breasts was right in the middle of one of those biggest spots and I
could not take my eyes off it. The nipple was so erect and large and looked so
inviting. The other side was pressing out against the gown too. I was just
staring at them with wanton lustful desire.
She wiped me off and then bent down and gave the tip of my dick the most
wonderful, wet, warm and gentle kiss - it was the most special kiss I have ever
had. What a thrill!
She looked up at me with the best smile I had ever seen on her face. She told me
women called my penis a "cock." And that some people enjoy sucking on a man's
cock until it ejaculates, thus earning the nickname of "cocksucker." That
wonderful smile made me think she was very proud of herself, for satisfying
while furthering my education in life. She told me to go to sleep as she pulled
my pajama bottoms back up.
But ... she noticed my staring at her breast. Looking back at it, by this time,
she must have really been aroused and excited herself. I wonder what was going
through her mind. What feelings was she having? She knew she had just given me
my first orgasm and now I was still looking at her with continued obvious
sexual desire.
She asked, "Mike, would you like to touch it?" Looking first at her nearly bared
breast and then back to me.
I said, "Are you kidding, I would love to!" I had always fantasized about this
moment - touching and feeling her breast. She guided my hand up under her gown
past her thighs and thick dark bush that brushed against my skin, thrilling me
unbelievably, as she placed my hand on her breast. At first I just felt the
warmth and texture of her full breast. Then I fingered and played with the large
nipple and those bumps on her areole, while I cupped the whole breast in my
hand. (I did not know that playing with their breasts really excited women).
She responded to my touch. She giggled and started squirming under my touch. I
laughed and kept stimulating her sensitive breast skin, thinking I was just
tickling her. She started breathing heavy - like I had before ejaculating. Of
course I was already so excited to actually be touching her lovely breast, but
to realize she enjoyed it made it even more exciting! My cock was rock hard
again. I was surprised that she asked me, "Please don't stop; it feels so good!"
She said in a sexy whisper. She said she really enjoyed the feel of my warm soft
hands on her and she helped me lift her gown to put the other hand inside it on
the other breast.
But the gown was caught on her butt - so she sat up and helped me take it
completely off over her head.
With her arms extended over her head those globes of mammalia were just thrust
out there in the open air, so extremely inviting. I was now soooo extremely
throbbing hard again and soooo excited to see her whole body nude! What a
gorgeous site she was! It was the first time I had ever seen a naked woman and I
was totally fascinated. I was intoxicated by the aroma and scents she was
involuntarily giving off. She told me to please continue (rubbing her nipples)
and asked if I would like to suck on them?
My mouth was watering! Of course I said, "YES!" and kissed them both and
started gently sucking them. Now she was moaning and asking me to touch her
pussy with my other hand. My hands were trembling with excitement! My heart was
in my throat. I could not breathe! Surely she could hear my heart pounding! I
was so unbelievably excited. She guided me with her hand on mine, to rub her
now extremely wet vagina and clit, while I still sucked and played with her
breasts with my mouth and other hand. She placed her hand on mine and guided
the strokes with my fingers, whispering the names to the parts of her love
triangle to me as I further stimulated her. As she lay back down on her back, I
felt her spread her legs for my hand and I slipped two fingers inside to feel
the warm moisture of her hot love canal. With her expert guidance I continued
to further arouse her swollen clit, as she squirmed beneath me and rhythmically
undulated her hips.
She started kissing me now, a passionate sexually stimulating lip-crushing
series of hot breathing, teasing tongues and flowing saliva. Those luscious hot
lips and tongue were almost more than I could take. I had never kissed someone
like this before. The fires of passion were burning up my brain - and
apparently hers too.
Then she started to pull down my pajama bottoms again and I helped her complete
the task, while I hungrily sucked her breasts and kissed her chest and neck.
She grabbed my throbbing hard-on again and guided it to the entrance of her
love canal.
It was so strange, I had dreamed of this for months and now it was really
happening. I was so excited! I felt what she was doing, but I really did not
fully realize that she was wanting me to make love to her. By now she was really
breathing hot and heavy and moaning my name and squirming all over the bed under
me. I was so very hot and excited myself, knowing that she was going to do
something wonderful with my inflamed cock. She then sort of just pushed her hips
off the bed and pressed them up against me, easily engulfing my cock as it slid
inside her body. In one smooth movement I was suddenly and ironically back in my
mother's vagina.
It was so hot and warm inside! She was gripping me with her muscles in there
too! God was that a great feeling! Soon she had me fucking in rhythm with her
body undulations.
Well, that is until she had this huge screaming, body-shaking, shuddering orgasm
that just shook the both of us! She sounded like she was in pain. It went on for
what felt like 30-45 seconds of consecutive contractions. I was afraid I had
hurt her, after all she had screamed!
I asked her and she just laughed and with a big smile said, "No, Honey that was
wonderful! You just gave your momma a huge orgasm!"
I asked if she had cum squirt out, too? She told me that most women do not
really ejaculate, but only get more lubricated. She reached down there and
brought her glistening fingers up to my lips and told me, "Taste it." It was a
sweet tangy taste, but very pleasant. I could smell the aroma of her love juices
on my upper lip where she had wiped it. The scent of her pussy on my lips was
extremely arousing.
While this was going on, I had continued to copulate with her, never missing a
beat. She now seemed to be back in total control of herself and the situation
(which had not been the case before I brought her to orgasm). She then
concentrated on really pumping my dick with her tight pussy contractions, and
pressed down with her hands on my butt with each of my thrusts, teaching me to
go deep and all the way out with each stroke. Needless to say, I did not last
long after that. Sensing that I was about to shoot off, she asked me to tell her
if I felt like I was ready to ejaculate again and I said, "Yes, Right now!" She
stopped and had me pull out immediately. (She obviously was afraid of getting
pregnant and birth control pills were not available yet). Upon withdrawing, I
almost simultaneously had those same body-convulsive spasms as before and shot
my load of cum clear up the length of her body - even onto her face.
I told her "Mom, I am sorry that I got you all icky again."
She just laughed again, licked the cum off her lip, sighed and told me, "Honey,
your Momma needed that as much as you did. You don't ever have to apologize to a
woman for cumming on her after giving her a climax like that!
She then gave me a wet warm kiss on my lips, something she never did. Then we
lay back down to sleep, cuddling all night. I had a hard time falling asleep, as
I was still so fired up.
The next morning at breakfast, she told me what happened last night was our
secret and no one must ever know about it. I promised. Then she told me I needed
to start sleeping in my own bed again. She told me I was too grown up now to
sleep with her any more. She called me "Young Man" for the first time and from
then on, until I was in my late 30s. And that was the last time we ever were
intimate or even discussed it.
Looking back on it - over 35 years ago - I realize now that she was ashamed that
she gave in to her sexual desires and was guilt-ridden that day. Since we still
have a very good relationship and she is celebrating her 50th year of marriage
this year, I am sure she eventually accepted her behavior as understandable and
certainly less unfaithful than sleeping with another man. After all, the only
thing she did was to lovingly tell, show, and demonstrate for me the pleasures
of sex and love making. Following our encounter, I had a tremendous amount of
self confidence in dealing with girls and sex and knew how to please a woman
when married myself. I have never regretted that fantastic experience and will
always treasure every vivid memory. It still causes me to become extremely
aroused just thinking of that night.
Every adolescent boy needs to be taught by an experienced female adult whom they
can trust, about the pleasures of sex and how to make love to a woman. Nannies,
older sisters, aunts, mothers, teachers, and the friendly woman next door can
all show their love for a young man and help him develop psychologically and
physically into a sexually confident adult male.
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