In the middle of me throwing a fit in our bed room he grabs me by the hair, sits on the bed, and forces me over his lap."I hate it when you're this wh...ny! You never learn." He gruffly says as he pulls up my dress, yanks down my panties, and starts spanking me. Hard. "Ow. Okay, we won't get it! Please, don't! Stop!" I yell like a spoiled brat and try to wriggle out of his grasp and whimper which only makes him hold me tighter and spank me harder. He holds my head down by my hair with one hand,. I found a “bump” on the roof of her cunt. Now, I know it’s called a G spot. “Oh yeah, honey. That’s where it itches most,” she said. “Rub the medicine in there.” Obligingly, like a good boy, I stroked my finger into her slippery pussy four or five times, then my fingertip would circle her G spot four or five times. Quickly, I realized the truth of the situation. I was finger fucking my Mother and we were both loving it. She masked the truth for a while with the medicine bit. I looked at her. Fuck. He started to lightly jerk his grip upward, fuck decency, his mother's bullshit, he was fucked either way and he had to release."I'm 54 years old, Shawn. Are you seriously saying that these saggy things..." she gripped under them angrily and brought them forward showing traditional cleavage and straining the top edge of her areolas to peek out her dress, "Are causing THAT!?!"Any social grace he ever had, was MIA."Do you see those fat fucking nipples? YES! Does this seem fake to you? I can. I'm sure willing to help you on this." We could, but not now. Your dear wife is overtaking all and everything on the motorway right now, and she'll be back in ten minutes. You said you were about to call me?" Yes. I got an idea. Up at your place there must be plenty of guys, who have gotten away with different scams, when they were alive. Maybe you could shop around for a few ideas." I could. But do you need to? You said your savings were on the abundant side. In about six months you'll start.