Andrew felt her shift but didn't see her in the darkness of the tent. His eyes were squeeze shut as he came down from his orgasm. He was spent, his cock softening before sliding out of her. His arm around her relaxed and he soon settled into sleep - a sort of sleep that wasn't familiar to him at all. He had never spent himself in such a manner and the sleep was deep.<br/><br/>As sun streamed through the tent walls hours later, Andrew was still asleep. But under the shared blanket, his hard cock was poking his mother in the ass once more. He hugged his arms to himself in his sleep, fighting off the cold as bodies had shifted in the night, his mothers torso bending towards her husband, her ass towards her son.<br/><br/>James, her husband, was the first to awake, unaware of the what had happened in the night or what was pressed against his wife right now. "Sleep in honey." He says, softly shaking Elizabeth awake, planting a kiss on her forehead. "I'm going to go stoke the fire and see how dry things are then go fish for breakfast! Wake him up in an hour or two and everything should be ready!" He finishes, shimmying out of the blankets, his naked ass and cock on full display to her before he slid out of the tent. She'd be able to hear him scurrying around outside for a few moments before his steady footsteps faded from sound as he made his way down to the river.