I remembered the tangy flavor from Monday. She wanted me. She burned with the same incestuous passion that had my clit-dick hard and throbbing. She straddled me. My hands went to her breasts, grasping those plump mounds I nursed from as a baby. She grasped my girl-cock. I shuddered as she raised me up towards her fiery bush. Towards the pussy that had birthed me. My mother threesome wanted me. I groaned as she pressed the pink crown of my cock Hardcore into her silky pubic hair. Her juicy curls brushed me. Then I felt the wet heat of her tits incestuous hole. “Johana,” she whimpered. “Mom,” I groaned as she wiggled her hips, sliding her labia around my cock, sending delight rippling down my shaft. My cunt clenched in anticipation. Then my mother impaled herself down my girl-dick. I gasped as she swallowed my girl-cock. I groaned, my back arching. The pleasure rippled through me as she engulfed every inch of my futa-dick. I throbbed in her, savoring this wicked moment. I squeezed her breasts as I groaned in delight. “Johana, yes, yes, yes!” she moaned, her pussy clenching around me. To my shock, she orgasmed. It was like the girlfriend taboo thrill of engulfing her futa-daughter's clit-dick set her off. An incestuous thrill that detonated her climax. Her pussy convulsed around my cock. I groaned at the silky writhe. I shuddered on the table, my heart screaming through my chest. “Johana!” she gasped, straight her back arching, her breasts jiggling in my grip. I heard the students and the president panting and moaning. They were pleasing themselves, watching us share in this taboo delight. I didn't care. I focused on this wonderful moment of my mother's pussy spasming around my girl-dick. Then she rose up me. She lifted her convulsing twat up my cock. It was incredible to feel. Astrid wasn’t sharing in the succubus’s revelry. Jo’s eyes sparkled. From off in the distance she heard the mother’s voice, “Fiona, are you spying? I then looked up and threesome said oh hi dad. Joanna smirked some and nodded, eying him back, “Yeah tits I guess so? At least that was the plan. John’s thrusts began to become relaxed, easily slower. Laura asks just the right question to cause my chest to tighten. We both just viewed girlfriend Kate's beautiful face and studied straight every single square centimeter of it. The fire captain ran up to us and yelled, “Is everyone out of Hardcore the house?”