Elizabeth let out a gasp of surprise when she felt Andrew’s cock push into her, lacking most of the hesitation from the night before. “Oh, God, Andrew.” She moaned, knowing the words should’ve disgusted her but not caring right then. She arched her back, pushing her breast into his hand as she met his thrust, her mouth hanging open. Unlike the night before, there was no risk of her husband catching them, and no need to keep silent.<br/><br/>Like the night before, her hand found his cock quickly, fondling his balls. Her other hand was on his, guiding him over her breast. While she’d assumed him inexperienced, it was clear she was his first, which added a whole new level of wrong to the encounter. She’d taken her son’s virginity. And she couldn’t get enough of his cock being buried inside of her. How terrible of a person did it make her? There were no words. The only thing that kept her moving against him was the fact that there were also no words to describe how good it felt, his hand on her breast and his cock buried in her.