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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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