e sight fired my salacious prick, so
kneeling behind, I guided it into his arsehole, and while he fucked my
adored wife, I sodomised his superb arse. We ran two delicious courses,
then my wife took me in her cunt, while the Count buggered his supposed
mother, for that stimulating idea was kept up. A second fuck followed
in the same pose, with both her apertures filled to satiety.

This concluded that delicious orgy; we had a half night's rest the
following night, as usual, to recruit, that we might better enjoy a
perfect excess on the subsequent night.

It was in this way we kept up our powers, and only near the end of our
visit had we any occasion to apply the birch, and that to no great
excess.

It was in the middle of the second night that the Count continued his
recital of the result of the intrigue with his mother. His
sister-child, for she was both, was born in his first year's exile.
Beyond his mother's description of her, that she was growing up a
beautiful girl, the image of her father, meaning her son, the Count, he
had no other intelligence of her. She had just turned eleven when her
mother died; for two years after that sad event she kept house for her
father.

He then dying, the second brother took possession of the property. As
the state had deprived him of all civil rights, the property was given
up to the brother. On his return, after being amnestied, the Count had
to go to law with his brother to get back his property. His
sister-daughter, who had been unhappy with her brother's wife, gladly
left them to keep house with the Count. She was then in her seventeenth
year, splendidly developed in bosom and bottom, lovely and lustful
deep-brown eyes, the very image of her father, although she only knew
him as her brother. The recollection of the fierce joys he had had with
his own and her mother, drove him wild with lust to possess the
incestuous fruit of his intrigue with his own mother. He used of an
evening after dinner to have her sit on his knee while he related his
adventures abroad, intermingled with kissing and toying. He praised her
splendid bubbles and felt them; he said he could not believe that her
immense prominence behind was real unless he felt the bare skin. With
little resistance this was permitted once, then indulged in, until from
less to more he got to feeling and frigging her cunt, while he put his
own standing prick into her caressing hand. There could be but one end
of this. He too