In front of God, the world, and everyone with my mother bent over her great grandmother’s tombstone with my cock buried deep inside her soaking wet ...cunt. How the hell did I get here? *My name is Brandon and I was a nineteen-year-old college student at a university in northern Illinois. I’m from a small town in the southern end of the state where my mother lived. At 5’10 and 150 lbs I was fit enough to be on any team I liked, but I wasn't into sports, I was too busy either studying or chasing. .Definitely very good for the hands to hold the boobs..So coming to the story, I never had any feelings on her I once her feeding her son milk with a boob in her hand.. But never thought of her anything badly..But one when I was in +1 things changed.. Once when I was standing she came from back and touched her left breast to my elbow.. I was shocked!! It was an awesome feeling felt very soft but I hesitated a bit and went far..Occasionally she used to touch her boobs with my hands.. Then after. Soon, I wanted some of the same so I pulled her up, kissed her and slid down her body to my knees. I pulled down her panties as she unhooked and removed her bra. I leaned forward and started licking her slit. It was already wet and tasty. In trying to get a better position we managed to end up with one of her legs over my shoulder and had free access to licking her cunt. She was becoming very adept at having orgasms. While I was licking her pussy and sticking my tongue up as far as I could she. We first went to a steam room. It was a room that had built-in ledges that acted as benches. We took our seats and awaited the steam. The first spurt of hot water sprayed from the steam vents then a plum of white team bellowed. In a short time, the room was enveloped in a white thick haze. Gary took this opportunity to start kissing my neck. I melted into his arms as he feasted. I swooned and moaned, to the cheers of other men who occupied the space. The haze began to clear and I observed.