Elizabeth couldn’t keep herself completely quiet, letting out a quiet, breathy moan when she felt a hand on her breast. She knew her son was inexperienced, but in that moment, she didn’t particularly care. She slid her other hand up to cover his, giving him full rein over her breasts, her nipples hard between his hand and the cool air.<br/><br/>She knew that the only reasons she wasn’t doing something to stop him were because of her lack of a sex life and the cover of darkness, which allowed her to turn a blind eye to what was really happening. The truth of the matter was that she didn’t want it to stop. She didn’t want to have to continue being unwanted by all. If anything, she wanted more, needed it. The pressure between her legs mounted, demanding attention.<br/><br/>She pressed her ass harder against him, gasping at the friction it caused. Her hand around his cock moved slowly, jerking off what if him that wasn’t pressed against her ass already. “Oh, god, please.” She breathed, not too afraid that her husband would wake up. He slept like the dead, after all, nothing woke him once he was asleep.