Clyde asked if I could fuck anyone, who would it be, and his mom, Margaret, was the first person that came to mind, and I told him. Instead of laughin...g or being insulted, he asked if I really wanted to fuck his mom, and I said hell yes. For some reason I’ve always liked older women, and she was pretty hot. She was a widow, living alone with Clyde, and tended to wear shorts or short skirts and tube tops around the house, with no bra. I loved seeing her tits jiggle as she walked around, and the. She tucked my brown hair behind my ears and looked into my eyes. Slowly, she leaned her face closer to mine, slightly tilting it. She licked her lips briefly before making contact with mine. She closed her eyes as our lips met. I felt the warm, smooth lips against mine for a few seconds before she eased her tongue between my lips. I no sooner felt her tongue touch mine and it was out of my mouth and back in hers. I opened my eyes to look at Naomi, but her eyes were still closed and her tongue. My hard on that I had since I got in the hallway began to ache. I pulled her to me and enjoyed one of the most memorable passionate kisses of my young life.Inside the room, it was off with my shirt and her halter top. I got her shorts unbuttoned but she stopped me, told me to slow it down and pointed out that we had all night. It was hard backing off but she got me to the couch and offered me more wine. A brief conversation ensued, then she went to the bedroom, came backed dressed in a hotel. I was having a lot of fun and making lots of friends and exploring my true self.Then, last year, my GF saw the messages and made me delete all my accounts. Our break up involved my family and everyone finding out about this side of me. Most People didn’t understand it and even 4 of my 8 family members called me faggot which bothered me at the time. Now the word faggot empowers me. I love being called a faggot and it has become an important part of my identity. I’ve since removed myself from.