His hand slid up her side, the fabric of her nightgown whispering against her skin. His palm found her breast, the warmth of her flesh a stark contrast to the coolness of the night. He cupped it gently, his thumb tracing the outline of her nipple. The sensation was electric, sending a jolt of pleasure through her body that made her gasp. Edith's eyes opened, locking onto his with a hunger that was both shocking and thrilling. "Jack," she breathed, her voice a slutty caress that seemed to wrap around him like a warm embrace.
He leaned into her, his mouth finding hers in a kiss that was sweet and fierce. His tongue danced with hers, exploring the depths of her mouth as if it were the first time. Her hand found the waistband of his pajama bottoms, her trembling fingers brushing against the hardness that lay beneath. He guided her hand down, his breath hitching as she wrapped her fingers around his cock, the intimacy of the gesture sending waves of desire crashing through him.
Edith's touch was gentle, as she began to stroke him. Her grip tightened and loosened in a rhythm that mirrored the beating of their hearts. Jack groaned into the kiss, his body responding to the unspoken language of passion that flowed between them. His own hand found her thigh, the softness of her skin a stark contrast to the firmness of his grip. He slid it up, under her nightgown, his fingertips grazing the warmth of her vagina.
With a sudden boldness, Jack pulled away from the kiss, his eyes never leaving hers. He took her hand and placed it on his chest, feeling the thunderous beat of his heart beneath her palm. Edith's breath caught in her throat, the gravity of the moment weighing heavily upon her. Slowly, she lowered herself to her knees, the fabric of her nightgown pooling around her like a puddle of ink. His erection stood proudly before her, a silent testament to his need.
Her eyes never left his as she leaned in, her breath hot and moist upon the sensitive tip of his manhood. She paused, savoring the moment, before her mouth closed around him, her lips enveloping him in a warm embrace. Jack's eyes rolled back in his head, a strangled moan escaping him as she began to suck, her movements tentative yet earnest. Each stroke of her tongue sent bolts of pleasure coursing through his veins, igniting a fire that threatened to consume him whole.
The sound of her mouth working him was a melody to the ears of Jack. Edith's eyes fluttered closed, her mind a whirlwind of sensation as she tasted the essence of her grandson, the love and desire she had nurtured for him from infancy now transformed into a passion that was as raw and undeniable as the earth beneath them. Her hand cradled his balls, her fingers gently massaging them as she took more of him into her mouth, her cheeks hollowing with each deep draw.
Jack's hand found the back of her head, his fingers tangling in her silver hair as he guided her rhythm. He watched her, the sight of her, the woman who had been a constant in his life, now a vessel of his most primal urges, a vision that was both surreal and utterly natural. His hips began to rock, his body moving of its own accord as he sought to deepen their connection.
Edith felt the heat building within her, a pressure that demanded release. Her own hand drifted down her body, the fabric of her nightgown providing a soft barrier as she touched herself. Her fingers found the slickness of her arousal, the wetness. The act was as natural as breathing, a silent confession of her desire, a need that mirrored Jack's own. She slipped a finger inside, her walls clenching around it, the sensation only serving to heighten the pleasure that flooded her senses.
Her eyes never left his as she worked her hand, her movements growing more frantic with each passing moment. The sight of her grandson's passion, the feel of his manhood in her mouth, and the knowledge that she was the source of his undoing was a heady cocktail of power and love that made her blood race. The walls of the room seemed to pulse with their shared need, the very air thick with the scent of their desire.