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Authors name: Ironmikie (thismike@excite.com)
Story title : Iron Mikie's Story
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Iron Mikie's Story (F/m-teen, rom, inc, reluc, 1st)
By Ironmikie (thismike@excite.com)
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A boy's coming of age incest story, learning how to make
love to his mother.
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Iron Mikie'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 many 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 said,
"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?"
"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? Then she now
inquired, "Mike, do you masturbate?"
I was puzzled. "Mom, I don't even know what that word
means?"
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 globs 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?
"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 didn't 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.
"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. 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 (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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