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Lessons From A Mature Woman
by Ulyssa Kincaid (ulyssakincaid@yahoo.com)

***

A young man, newly out on his own, learns the basics 
from his father's mistress. (MF, rom, inc, preg)

***

Naked, young Benjamin Dryor strolled back into the 
bedroom from the tiny bathroom of his efficiency 
apartment. Although he could have easily grabbed a 
washcloth to clean up after himself, he didn't. He 
decided to enjoy the wetness and the pungent odor of 
clover and vinegar, of green tea and yeast which clung 
to his saturated penis after love making. The cool, 
breezy feeling blowing across his cock encouraged him 
to savor the moist sticky sensation following a 
wonderfully juicy fuck.

There on top of the bedclothes laid a naked older white 
woman, still panting from sexual exertion and rolled up 
in a loose ball suggesting the fetal position. As he 
sat down on the edge of the bed, he let his hand rub 
against her hip. His companion only curled up tighter. 
Ben smiled at the irony. She'd borne six children in 
her lifetime, but here she was curled up in the fetal 
position because of an intense hour long fuck with 
someone less than half her age.

Grinning, Ben felt pretty smug at the moment. Now that 
he'd had the opportunity to bed her in his own place, 
Benjamin felt as if in some way he'd continued a family 
tradition of sorts, especially since his own African 
American father sported the first black dick this woman 
had ever consented to take into her Caucasian pussy. 
She'd even conceived a child by his dad. 

Their affair lasted for seven months right up until his 
dad died in a skin diving accident. Over the last day 
or so, Benjamin had taken a particularly important 
heirloom from his patrimonial legacy--he'd fucked his 
father's bleached blond mistress.

Ulyssa was a big woman in her early forties. Although 
Ben didn't consider her fat exactly, his blond 
companion displayed not only the weight of her 
maturity, but the vanity of her years. Ben had known 
Lyssa for a very long time. He'd been aware that she 
colored her hair; still, he couldn't begin to say how 
exciting it had been to learn the truth of her natural 
coloring the way he did. She'd allowed his eyes and 
fingers to discover that her hair was not naturally 
blond, and his dick soon discovered that her pubic hair 
color didn't matter in the least once he'd probed 
beyond it.

"Hey," Benjamin whispered slowly slipping his fingers 
down the back of her thighs where the slippery flow 
back of their combined juices still bubbled and seeped. 
"Are you okay?"

"Umm-hmm, yeah," she answered. "I'm fine. Just tired. 
Really tired."

Looking for any excuse to touch her pale, warm feminine 
flesh again, Ben reached over to caress her. "Want me 
to rub your back?"

"Mmmm. Now that would be heavenly, thanks," Ulyssa 
answered.

Ben smiled. "I've already had my small share of heaven 
tonight," he murmured. Slowly, carefully, he began 
massaging the muscles in her back. "Thank you."

Ulyssa sighed and relaxed under his ministrations. 
"You're welcome, honey. I'm glad you enjoyed it."

"Enjoyed it? Whew!" Even though he wasn't as dark 
skinned as his father had been, his own skin, the color 
of warm umber, contrasted with the moonlit pale skin of 
her body. As Ben pressed forward in a full back rub, he 
brought his hands, arms, shoulders and chest down close 
to her and, taking a big emotional chance, he whispered 
in her ear. "I think I finally understand why you've 
had so many lovers."

"What?" She stretched, flipped over on her back, and 
looked back at her young companion. "What kind of thing 
is that to say to the woman who just let you make love 
to her?"

"It's just that I think you're addictive." Ben dropped 
his hand to rest it on her pussy. "Down here. It all 
feels so--so damn good." In his mind, Benjamin wallowed 
freely within her again, his dick obsessively craved 
the totality of her loins. 

His cock had wanted to remain buried deep in the 
confines of her warm loving vagina--so what if this was 
the pussy that so many men, including his father, had 
used for their pleasure; at least, now, Ben understood 
the lure and the joy of it. Yeah, some folks might 
think this is wrong, he thought. But, out loud, he 
murmured. "I've never found anything to compare with 
this feeling. It's like the human form of heroin."

Ulyssa snickered. "Only to young heterosexual men."

"Lucky for me that I fall into that category." Ben slid 
his hand possessively along her vulvae lips. Lyssa had 
a surprisingly thin matte of fine brown hair growing 
out from the last time she'd depilated her pubic mound. 
His fingers lightly traced along some of the patterns 
in her pubic hair.

She reached up to place her hand gently upon his cheek. 
"Lucky for me somebody else fell into that category 
too." She dropped her hand down close to where his own 
hand had been resting, and dipped her fingers into the 
crevice between her legs. "You leave lots of natural 
wetness behind, as well. You're so much like your 
father," She paused. "Very, very wet--probably very, 
very potent."

Ben shivered. Never in his life had he expected to be 
compared to that man in a moment such as this. "D-do 
you really think so?"

"Of course, I do," she murmured. Reaching down, she 
took hold of his slowly thickening erection. "Just like 
him."

Ben shuddered under her tender touch--a combination of 
both delight and confusion. Then his pale skinned lover 
let go of his dick, and reached across his lap to grab 
a pack of cigarettes from his night stand. He sighed 
audibly.

"Listen, sweetheart," she murmured. "Would you mind so 
very much if I had a cigarette? I know this is your 
place and all, and I don't want to stink it up, but 
would it be okay to have just one?"

Ben knew Ulyssa's husband didn't allow her to smoke at 
home. They had four children at home, two of them 
barely toddling. Lately he'd found that the tobacco 
odor which clung to her breath and to the pours of her 
skin was oddly enough a part of their collusion to 
experience intimacy. Yet, he was pleased that she asked 
first. He smiled and nodded.

Taking on the role of a gentleman, he struck flame to a 
kitchen match which he'd bought for that very purpose, 
and then Ben held it to the end of her cigarette. She 
inhaled, and in two puffs, Lyssa filled the small 
bedroom with the wafting odor of acrid tobacco. He 
watched her breasts heave and her ribs swell as she 
breathed the thick smoke in and held it. She exhaled a 
strong gray stream of cloudy smoke which quickly spread 
out through his tiny studio apartment. Benjamin 
wrinkled his nose.

"I always compared that first cigarette of the day with 
sex," she told him. "Your lungs fight against the 
smoke. Your body's starved, fighting for oxygen. The 
feeling rips through your mind with that same lack of 
control that grips you during an orgasm."

"I think I like the orgasm idea better."

Lyssa laughed. "Hey," she murmured, taking a quick 
drag. "Kiss me."

"Now that's mean," Benjamin said, watching her finish 
that puff. After he'd tasted the ashen smoke that 
permeated her saliva, he made another face as their 
lips parted.

As it was, the older woman managed to finish only about 
a third of her cigarette, when she smashed the butt out 
in a little ashtray. Lyssa laughed softly. "Want to see 
how easily you can slide into all this wetness again?"

Her young lover smiled. "Do I?" Quickly Ben clambered 
up onto his mature white partner. "Absolutely!"

Lyssa didn't have to say another word. She opened her 
knees and thighs so that he could balance himself over 
her torso, and then she reached down to grasp the tip 
of his penis firmly with her hand. Carefully rubbing 
the business end of his shaft directly into the moist 
opening at the base of her abdomen, she urged him into 
place until he confidently thrust his penis all the way 
forward--all the way in.

"There," she sighed. "Now you're exactly where we need 
you to be."

Ben moaned as he felt the length of his erection slide 
forward to burrow straight into the warmth of his 
partner's underbelly. He was sinking warmly, 
luxuriously into his lover's spreading labial lips. 
Some of his friends always bragged about how tight a 
woman should be, but right now, he could care less 
about such trivialities. 

Pushing his cock inward, he found himself looking 
directly into the beautiful face of his partner--the 
happy, familiar face he'd known for many years. Ben 
wanted to blush, and, yet, he wanted to boast at the 
same time. He suspected that Ulyssa wasn't getting 
certain needs met at home, and with just a bit of 
encouragement on his part, she'd turned to him.

"Awwwe-some!" Ben gasped as he pushed inward. "You feel 
so...so perfect--I can't describe it."

"I'm glad you like it, baby."

"Mmm-hmm," Ben whimpered, as she helped him re-
established that perfect, primal two-two rhythm which 
has worked so well for mankind since well before 
recorded history. He was inside the warm, wet cunt of a 
woman he'd known all his life. Ben knew which of the 
men in her life had planted their seed inside of her, 
he seen her body blown up by that strange powerful juju 
magic of pregnancy, and he'd been around to see most of 
her babies born. She'd had a lot of children, Ben 
thought, but she never made a foolish claim of virgin 
birth or immaculate conception. 

Yesterday, and earlier tonight, she'd worked her mature 
loving magic on Benjamin, but there was absolutely 
nothing immaculate about the messy excitement they'd 
shared. This part of sex was totally different from the 
way he'd dreamed it would be. But he was certain of one 
thing, there probably wasn't a person alive whom 
ultimately could tell the difference between fucking 
for pleasure and mating for procreation.

That little fact preyed upon his mind, as Benjamin slid 
his stark erection in and out of his partner's 
accommodating pussy--picking up speed and searing the 
edges of a million nerves all screaming for her warm 
and wet attentions. All that attention centered right 
at the midsection of his body, so that every time he 
pulled out, he was eager to thrust back in again. In a 
short time, everything inside of him changed 
dramatically. A burst of aching heat ignited in Ben's 
loins, and he began to breathe irregularly. "Oh, God! 
Oh, my God!"

Ulyssa gripped his naked buttocks with her hands as Ben 
grunted and groaned and panted over her naked body--
roiling emotionally deep within her open loins. "It's 
okay, babe. Let go."

She gave him permission, and that was all he really 
needed. Ben's hips and loins jerked. He ejaculated with 
the impressive potency of any young man under the age 
of twenty--a true cascade of teeming semen flushed from 
his system out into the world. Of course, the flowing 
symbol of his potency was enclosed tightly within 
Lyssa's vagina. "Ohhh, Jesus!"

Ben brought his mouth down hard onto her mouth again, 
and they kissed passionately for several minutes all 
the while his body spewed and spurted his loving gift 
inside her. "Ohhh, God!"

Breathing heavily, Ben let the excitement continue to 
liquefy and flow steadily out from the aperture of his 
cock. "God, I love you," he panted. "I love you so 
much, Mom."

"I know, baby." Ulyssa stretched out her arms to hold 
the young light skinned black man selfishly atop her 
and deep inside her for several long moments of solace. 
He was her oldest son, and, God help her, he'd always 
been her favorite. "I love you, too."

"Sssoo wonderful. Soo soft," he hissed softly. His body 
both shuddered and trembled over her until both of them 
sensed that finally his passion had abated. He felt of 
two minds about the whole affair. Sure both Ben and his 
mother knew this was supposed to be wrong--really 
wrong. But Ben felt so damn proud--so utterly thrilled 
that he refused to believe for one minute that he'd be 
damned to hell after feeling so totally blessed.

"Would you tell me something, Mom?" he panted as he 
collapsed over her.

Ulyssa rubbed her hands across her son's back as he 
sprawled limply atop of her. "Sure, sweetheart."

"Why does this feel so--so damn good?"

"I don't really know," Lyssa answered. "My guess is 
because the human race has such a strong desire to go 
on."

"What do you mean?"

"If the act that makes babies feels this good, then 
people will continue to indulge themselves in the act, 
and babies will continue to be made."

"Babies?" Benjamin gulped. "Jesus!" He raised his head 
up and looked at his mother in a brand new light. "Mom, 
doesn't the thought of getting pregnant by... umm... 
pregnant again frighten you?"

She looked him in the eyes. Then she shook her head. 
"Maybe it did a day or so back, Ben. Not so much now."

Benjamin Dryor didn't say anything. He just kept his 
eyes riveted on the one woman he'd ever really wanted 
in his life. No it didn't make any sense, but when did 
everything in life make sense?

"I think that if he'd lived, your father would have 
been thrilled to learn that he's very likely to become 
a grandfather sometime soon," she whispered. "What do 
you think?"

Ben gulped and then allowed his body to settle down on 
top of his mother's. "M-mother, does this mean you'd 
actually... umm... carry my baby?"

Giggling, she threw her arms around him and pulled him 
close. "Now that's kind of iffy, honey," Ulyssa 
replied. "But I suppose I might be able to handle 
getting pregnant again."

"Wow! Really?"

"On the other hand, don't count on it. Forty-four years 
of age is way too young to be a grandmother."

Smiling, Benjamin Dryor shimmied and readjusted himself 
over his lover's soft body, trying not to lose his 
penetrating hold within her. We'll see about that, 
won't we, he thought.

END

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