We all packed into my little car and hit the road.Checking into the gasthaus was quite hilarious. Nobody manned their front desk; there wasn't one. In... fact, the place appeared dark and utterly deserted. 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. I said that her opinion didn't matterand that many mother's feel that way about their children's spouses. Sheagreed with that, but she didn't like it when it was applied to her.I embraced Denise as I let her into the house. Mom heard us talking anddecided she wanted to talk to us. She called us into the dinning room. Isat next to Denise at the tableI held her hand as Mom looked at us and said, "I want to make asuggestion for you two. Will you let me?" Of course. Go ahead", I replied.Mom smiled. It was just natural for his hand to rest on her hip or her thigh, and he caressed almost unconsciously.Prior to the second night out by the pool, she had purposely remained silent during sex. That habit was now totally forsaken, and she audibly signaled her approval by whimpers, gasps, groans, and a few passionate words. The combination of his relative depletion and her high emotional level gave them another rare treat.She peaked before he did, and her vaginal walls did things to his cock that. He took his time with each article of clothing, becoming aroused as more of her naked form was visible to him. His clothes were taken off hastily and thrown to the other side of the bedroom, until he was leaning over her, naked as the day he was born. He picked up a segment of orange and watched as her eyes followed the fruit, her hazel gaze inquisitive and wondering. He ran the fruit over her chest and breasts, leaving a sticky trail behind. He held the orange above her chest and squeezed.