After playing in the shower until the hot water ran out, we driedoff and flopped on the bed to resume or orgy. After another climaxout lust had cooled...enough for us to talk. Lynn told me that shehad been so embarrassed so many times by her bed-wetting problemand that kids in school had some how found about it. She told methat now it wasn’t much of a problem if she didn’t drink beforegoing to bed. Then she admitted that sometimes when she was homealone she would wear a diaper all day. She turns her head and kisses my lips. Exhausted, I hold her in my arms and pass out. Around 8:30 am we wake up, my cock still inside of my mothers vagina, my arms wrapped around her. She looks at me and smiles. “I loved fucking you last night” she says, “to think id be fucking a18 year old at 52”. She pulls herself off of me and then begins kissing me. Lips first, then my neck then down my chest, until my cock is strait in her face. She kisses the head. I hear her whisper “delicious” then she. Eventually I went outside again and managed to find an old granny sunning herself whilst feeding the plump chicken. She was much surprised by my approach, and grasped perhaps every other word of what I spoke. Her babble through toothless gums was not very enlightening either, but I managed to decipher that all people were on the fields, to just wait, somebody would turn up.Resignedly, I started to turn back when, to my utter surprise, she pulled out a very modern smartphone, of all things, and. Then she gave me some things to eat and we are chatting along nicely about the golu and our lives. I pulled it back and said If she dressed like this everyday her hubby would get his potency back. Her reaction was mixed with sadness and surprise. She just said again that she is happy by herselves and winked at me. I told I was ready if she as to need any help and winked back. Now the pull was stronger between us and did not want to lose it.She got up and went to the kitchen to drop the empty.