ed it in, not the head only, but the whole
shaft. She cried out, "Not so far, not so far," but as he began shoving
in and out she quickly got excited, and wriggled her arse with all her
accustomed skill, and spent deliciously again as he shot his spunk
right up into her incestuous entrails.

He passed a hand between their bodies to press a finger on her
clitoris, this made her cunt throb, which was felt by his prick, and
quickly sent him up upon another delicious enjoyment of the tight
recess of obscene lust, and a second most exquisite and luscious course
was run, equally to his mother's as to his satisfaction. Then he
withdrew to relieve her body of the weight she had so long sustained,
they mutually embraced their naked bodies, and sweetly conversed on the
exquisite joys they had just participated in. His mother declared his
father gave her nothing like the lascivious joys she received from his
dear son. They toyed and kissed until, handling his prick with skill,
she got two more delicious fucks, one in each receptacle, and parted
for the day.

By the second month she discovered that what she dreaded had happened.
Her son had got her with child; she wept when she communicated this
unfortunate result, but the Count, like me, always stood fiercely at a
woman's tears. Several splendid fucks followed, all in the cunt--the
mischief was done, and precautions were no longer necessary.

His mother abandoned herself to him with a greater excess of lust than
she had ever yet done, and fucked with an excellence, vigour, and
energy that drew from him eight discharges in a wonderfully short time.
The fact of his having put a baby into her appeared to stimulate both
their passions. She declared she never in her life had enjoyed fucking
more. They used the grossest bawdy terms in their intercourse, as if it
was one barrier more broken down between them, and made their
incestuous love more exciting and a greater destruction of all natural
ties between them.

Before parting they consulted about how best to fix the parentage on
her husband.

He was a man of fifty-five, and, therefore, past the ardour of
passion--taking even his fucking coolly--and, therefore, more difficult
to hoodwink.

She knew that he awoke with a cockstand, although that did not always
lead to a fuck. Upon this they founded their hopes, and at last
arranged she should drug his coffee, and when still asleep in the
morning she should handle his prick, get hi