A personal memorabilia of the sordid liaison, painted by 'the stiff pontiff' as he was dubbed by the press. My mother's body for all to see.My mother'... body hung for all to see in our living room. The original art, framed in the same eighteenth century frame, which my disgraced father had set it in. Mother had gotten possession of me, the painting and a small fortune from my cleric dad, who didn't need a vow of poverty after mom got through with him. The lawyers sorted out the financial end,. I slowly raised up over her and started to suck her tender supple nipples which had turned hard and firm just like the firm nipple of a c***d’s milk bottle allowing me to suck them like a c***d drinking milk for the first time, one after the other I kept playing with them occasionally biting them softly which would cause her to shout softly, my right hand made its way to tease her damp groove my fingers playing hide and seek to move softly in and out causing her to twitch and itch for more. She. As I watched, he gradually sped up, stroking harder and faster. I could hear the slap of his balls on her ass as he fucked her. I could hear her moan as they fucked. My hand crept to the front of my pants as I watched.She started to cum. She was pulling him into her with her heels on his ass. She was thrusting her hips upward to meet his strokes. She was talking. “Fuck me. Fuck me. Slam your big prick into me. Fill me with cum, you fucker.” Then she wasn’t talking any more, just grunting, “Ugh,. I am so far beyond caring what is streamed into head that I now make no effort to take in and process all of the facts that are being introduced against my will into my subconscious and conscious mind. If I sit within talking distance then I quickly become ‘the listener’. Stories of what happened today, what he thought should have happened, what may happen tomorrow all are brought to bear on my poor abused ears. The tales of what will happen when he finally win’s the lottery and all he will do.