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    Lessons From A Mature Woman

    Lessons From A Mature Woman
    by Ulyssa Kincaid (


    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

    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

    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

    "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 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

    "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.


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    nice story thank you..
    A quick whit and a mighty sword, are not match for a womans scorn......;om

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    Hee hee us older women can be naughty....hope you all enjoy....;)

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    good story keep em cumming



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