I skip a load of pages...Saturday October 9th 1979Last night, I was in bed with my Mum when I woke up startled by a strange dream and a funny feeling ... I had my first wet dream. I felt myself feeling really good. I had woken up just as I started to notice I was peeing the bed. I wasn't dreaming anymore. I panicked that I was wetting the bed and quickly woke my mum. She pulled down the sheets only to look me in my eyes and say that this was normal. She told me to remove my pajama shorts which. "I want your cock in me NOW!" She demanded, and swung her legs over me. She positioned herself, and then slowly began to sink back. She was tight; too tight in fact for it to be her pussy. I was fucking my own mother in the ass. I couldn't believe it.As soon as I was fully ensconced within her rectum, Mom let out a heavy sigh throwing her head back, and I saw a huge smile split her beautiful lips. "I've never had a cock so thick back there. Thank you so--Boyfriend." She brought her head back. However, they didn’t always share the same love of different types of music.Mark had learnt that a company had devised a machine to play a form of a vinyl disc that music could be recorded on. You had to wind up a spring to make it spin but he, of course, used a little magic, so it didn’t run out of energy.Mark found through experimenting that if he could think of a song he knew and the music for it, he could transfer it to a disc using a spell. He had to wipe a lot of them, while he perfected. He was a young man, fit, his black hair buzzed into a flat top. He slid his hands down her back to her ass, giving her rump a squeeze. The daughter looked over, but her expression was hard to read at this angle.My wife squirmed on me, her twat stirring around my cock. I groaned, savoring the silky grip of her cunt about my dick. The hot heat of her snatch. The ache grew at the tip. My balls tightened as I watched the cop molesting the women.“You’re wicked, Kimmie,” I groaned.“I know,” she.