rn; the Count was already seated much below her body
on the low corn. His mother accidentally on this occasion drew up all
her clothes, showing the whole of her fine arse, and in stooping
backwards to seat herself all her fine hairy and gaping cunt was
visible to his lower sight. This was too much for the Count, in a
moment his prick sprang to the fiercest stand, he instantly unbuttoned
his trousers; his mother finding she had brought her bare arse onto the
corn, leant over on the side opposite to her son to tuck her petticoats
under her arse, but the Count seized her round the waist with one arm,
with his body pressed on her already bent body, forced her quite down
on her side and was into her cunt up to the hilt, he thrust it up so
fiercely as not only to make her shriek with surprise, but also with
pain. She struggled to be free, but was held down with all the energy
of his ferocious lust. Very few thrusts in and out were required to
bring down the first rush of his sperm; this lubricated her cunt, his
prick never, yielded, but stood as stiff as ever, and with hardly an
instant's pause he recommenced a more delicious action than the
previous one. His mother, however, was much distressed in mind at the
first horror of the incest, but being a ripe woman of hot lubricity,
could not feel a fine prick deliciously belabouring her cunt without
having her lust excited in spite of herself. As all pain of the
unprepared forcing of her cunt had passed away, and the plentiful rush
of her son's spunk lubricated all the passage, she soon could not
control her passions, and seconded him with an art which left nothing
to desire. His long deprivation fired him to unusual efforts, and he
fucked her five times before he withdrew.

When she sat up she said, "Oh! Ferdinand, what have you done! How could
you do so? Violate your own mother. It is dreadful."

The poor Count, seeing her much distressed, burst into tears, threw his
arms round her neck, and weeping told her he could not help it.

She patted his head, and said. "Poor fellow, poor fellow."

On this he lifted his head to kiss her. She, too, wept, and they
mingled tears and caresses together; this almost instantly restored his
prick to its pristine stiffness. He bent his mother back on the corn,
and although she resisted a little, and said it was too dreadful his
wanting to commit such a sin again, she opened her legs when he got
over her, and did not prevent his pulling up her