“Um, not if you don’t want to.”, he said, with a disappointed look on his face.“I guess we could try it once, if you really want too”, I sai... as I pulled his face towards mine and kissed him gently. “Anything for the man I love.” He looked at his watch, then said, “I have an early meeting tomorrow, and I want to make this special. I will stop at home depot for some rope, and CVS for some lube. I want to wine and dine you first.”I smiled hiding my disappointment, “sounds perfect”. But it. ” She tilted her head the opposite way, breaking the contact with him, and his heart sank. “You wonder about the nature of our relationship, yes?”He couldn’t deny that he was worried about exactly that; it hadn’t occurred to him until their morning ride that perhaps she wasn’t interested in him for reasons that had nothing to do with his family or his character. “Well...”She was silent for a moment, and he felt sick. Had he made assumptions he shouldn’t have? Had he offended her by asking?She. I eyed that 54-year-old ass of hers and wondered why I had waited so long.At this point, my dick was rock hard and hurtin’ something awful. So I picked up the purple bottle of lube I’d gotten for this occasion and squeezed out a drop on her shithole. I slid my finger in and pumped it a few times, then I lubed her crack before squeezing out another drop. I pushed my finger back in and pumped it some more.When I felt momma was good and ready for my dick, I put the bottle down and saddled up. This time she went first. And I did admire her cute little ass. "The spare bedroom is off to the left. You can change in there."I was already wearing my favorite bikini, a French cut model that left little to the imagination. It was a bright yellow and the bottoms rode high in the back and low in the front, providing a nice view one of my best assets. The top was pretty revealing, as well. My areolas were barely covered, but little else. I loved the color especially, because I thought it looked.