Elizabeth stirred, just barely, when she heard her husband’s voice, opening her eyes just in time to get an eyeful of him from behind. He was an attractive man, always had been, that had never been the problem with their marriage. The problem was their wildly contrasting sex drives. He was barely ever in the mood, leaving her alone with nothing.<br/><br/>“Mm...” She murmured in response to her husband’s words, though she didn’t hear a thing he said. All she cared about was the feeling of a cock pressed against her ass. She scarcely remembered the night before, barely understood the fact that it was her son’s cock against her. She did the same thing she’d instinctively done the night before - she started grinding against him, moaning quietly at the feeling. Her arousal had been sated for the first time in months, she wasn’t ready to let that feeling go, the feeling of being desired.<br/><br/>And so, half-asleep and not realizing what she was doing, she pressed her ass against her son’s pelvis, rubbing the head of his cock against her pussy to give her some form of release.