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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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