She seemed very tired but as usual dressed impeccably, neat. She had a beautiful taste in clothes.Even at the ripe age of 44, she was stunning. She ha... a son who was studying abroad. I met her gave her a hug and that lasted for some moments. She was feeling dull but looking gorgeous. Her silken hair, glasses, very light pink shade on her lips, glossy vibrant fair skin tone, soft perfume, chubby at right places. Her biggest assets were those big melons crushing on my chest. I didn’t want to let. One day, as we settled into our deck chairs at the back of the house, I had a wild idea. "How about you try some of this?" I said. "I don’t know—it’s still a d**g to me," she said. She never complained about my smoking it, a sign of her liberalism, but she had never asked for any."Nonsense," I said. This stuff is extremely mild. Nothing, in fact, could have been further from the truth."Come on, I’ll show you," I said. My mom always wanted to be perceived as liberal, so she went ahead and toked.. "We can't have messes on the floorall the time" she said jokingly. I smiled back at her impassively, afterall what could I do. She pulled the Pampers around my waist and fastenedthe tape. The diaper was warm and quite comfortable, and it relieved someanxiety. "Sit up honey, I mean Kevin, and let me get this dress on."Why not, I thought. I was a girl, at least for the moment; it was adress, nothing wrong with it. It was a pretty dress at that, pink withwhite sheep around the skirt part of it.. Considering he was shaking, his aim was pretty good. He managed six good hard spurts of semen, soaking her tits, before he started to slow down. The final few spurts didn't reach her tits, but still left a good pool of white cum on her smooth, tanned belly.For a moment I stopped wanking in awe. She had slipped her hand inside her thong and as he came, she had frantically rubbed her clit until she came too.Then she brought her hands up to her cum covered tits, took a fingerful and put it into.