Elizabeth laid in the tent, feeling exposed. She’d slept uneasily that night, naked between her husband and her son, covered only by a flimsy blanket. Eventually, she’d fallen asleep for good, though she shifted around slightly as she did so.<br/><br/>When she woke the next time, it was to the feeling of a hand on her hip, a cock grinding against her. Immediately, desire and arousal flared in her. She and her husband hadn’t been intimate in months, it was unusual for him to be so frisky, especially since their son was so close. But who was she to turn her husband down, especially since she was already wet from the feeling of a cock against her.<br/><br/>She rolled her hips against his cock, biting her lip to stop a moan at the feeling. At the same time, she moved her hand to be at the base of his cock, squeezing lightly. The feeling of being so exposed, knowing that just the slightest sound would wake her son.<br/><br/>At the thought, she opened her eyes fully, making sure her son’s back was turned. The moment her eyes focused to the darkness, she paused for a split second. She knew she couldn’t see that well, but when had her son’s hair gotten so dark, his shoulders so broad?<br/><br/>In an instant, she realized what was happening. Her husband wasn’t the one who was touching her. Her<i>son </i>was<i>. </i>She didn’t know what to do, whether to make a noise to stop him or just push him away. In the end, desire won over common sense, it had been too long for her to be able to stop. Instead, she pressed her ass more firmly against her son’s hips, keeping herself as silent as she could.