Then, I met Laird. He was the host at a restaurant where I was meeting coworkers. He was mixed with Black and Vietnamese. He had curly hair and great ...kin. His eyes were beautiful and his smile matched. I asked for his number and he obliged. Of course, there is a little more than a twenty year age gap, but I didn’t see that as a challenge – in my forties and still thinking with my other ‘head’. We hit it off quite well. Within a few months, he was spending every night at my place. I was fine. I reached around his torso and ran my left hand down over his butt cheek, letting one finger drag down his crack. His eyes widened and he stared intently at me. After a moment he lowered his gaze and I knew he was agreeing to my proposed invasion of his sweet ass. More boldly I slid a finger down into his crack and slowly rubbed his anus. His grip on our cocks tightened.As I pushed my finger slowly into him, we were blasted by a strong light from the right that burst into the room and. When my breathing slowed, he leaned close and whispered, Mom, can I fuck you? I looked him straight in the eye and said, Please fuck me son! At that, he slowly climbed on top of me. I spread my legs wanting his cock buried deep inside me. He knelt there over me and just looked at me. I could fell his cock lightly touching my pussy lips. I thrust my hips up toward him. He didnt move. I was begging for his cock in my mind and with my eyes as he looked down at me. I couldnt take it anymore,. Jenn, the girl that always worked the counter when I was inside the store, always had helpful comments for me, and in truth was the one that taught me a lot about my sexuality while I was there. She showed me how to properly use toys, clean them, take care of them, and use them properly, and the special little spots that would make my toes curl and my head toss back in pleasure. As a matter of fact, she was the one that first planted the ideas of a bisexual encounter in my head, and was the.