down from the
inside. Her piddle had washed all away from the pouting lips. Then
taking her charming clitoris in my mouth, I sucked it up to its
greatest stiffness. I had thrust three fingers into her cunt, and when
I found she had thrust hers into my bottom, I transferred them all into
her beautiful pink bum-hole. They were very greasy from my sperm coming
down upon them when in her cunt, and as she favoured their entrance by
pushing out her bottom, all three slipped in, without, apparently, her
thinking it was more than one. I was delighted to see how easily it
stretched out, for this gave me great ground to hope that I should be
able to manage to get my large pego within, which I was fully resolved
upon doing, but it required a little artfulness to do so without
raising her suspicions that it was no new road to me. She brought
matters to a conclusion much as before, and when re-excited, mamma
proposed to teach me a new way, which was by her mounting on me, and
staking herself on my standing pego. Like others before her, she did
not stoop down upon me until she had made herself spend where she was,
while I saved myself for further fucking.

When she died off, she sank on my bosom. I clasped her waist with one
arm, sucked the bubby nearest my mouth, and reaching round my other
arm, I brought my hand over her bottom to the delightful orifice, first
moistening my finger with her spending which was oozing out between the
lips of her cunt and my standing prick. I thrust my finger into her
bottom-hole, and worked it in and out, to her infinite satisfaction.
She cried out in the excess of her lewdness--

"Oh! my dear boy, that is just as my dear husband used to do, and it
gave me great pleasure, but not near so much as you do, for your dear
prick is twice as large as his was, and fills me with an excess of
pleasure which was never approached with him."

All this led up to a superb and lascivious fuck, in which we both died
away in mutual ecstasy, with cries of voluptuousness, and then lay
soaking in delight until her weight forced me to beg her to turn on her
side. We then had a long sweet chat of love. Turning the talk on her
suspicions of having got with child at the morning prayers, I remarked
that she had had only one child by her husband, and as he had lived
many years after Harry's birth, and from what she said, she had
continued to be enjoyed by him, it was, therefore, not probable she
would now be got in the famil