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Date: Wed, 21 Dec 2005 23:01:48 +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. END
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