Elizabeth could feel him getting into a rhythm. As he came inside of her, she went over the edge, covering her mouth with her hand to keep herself quiet as she came explosively.<br/><br/>It took several moments to recover, chest heaving and mind churning. She couldn’t deny that she knew it was him any longer, it would just be foolish. She partially turned, the movement sending a spike of pleasure as she shifted his cock, still buried in her. Her eyes met his with no surprise to show as she looked at him, eyes wide with the realization of what they’d just done.<br/><br/>She didn’t say anything to him. After all, what words could possibly make the situation any better, any less wrong, than it already was? He was her son, she was his mother, and they’d done something they couldn’t take back. How did one even begin to speak about it?