Jack felt himself approaching the brink, his hips jerking involuntarily as the pressure within him grew to a peak. He watched Edith, her eyes closed in concentration, her cheeks flushed with arousal, and knew that he could not hold back much longer. With a moan, he released himself, the hot spurts of his seed filling her mouth. Edith took it all, her throat working to swallow, the taste of him both foreign and yet so intimately familiar.
They both knew what was to come next.
Her hand still buried in her own pussy, Edith felt the tremors of her climax begin to build, her body responding to the raw, primal power of their union. She looked up at Jack, her eyes pleading, and with a silent nod of understanding, he lifted her to her feet, the fabric of her nightgown whispering against her skin. He pinned her against the cool glass of the window, the moon's silver light bathing her in an otherworldly glow.
Jack's eyes never left hers as he lowered himself to the floor, his breath hot against her thighs. With a gentle urgency, he pushed the fabric aside, revealing the soft folds of her pussy, glistening with need. He paused for a moment, his gaze roving over her with a mix of reverence and hunger. Then, with the tender ferocity, he leaned in and placed his mouth upon her, his tongue parting her slick folds.
Edith's moan was muffled by the hand that had flown to cover her mouth, her eyes wide with shock and pleasure. She had never felt anything like this before, the sensation of her grandson's tongue exploring the most intimate parts of her. Yet, as the initial shock gave way to the building of pleasure, she found she could not deny the naturalness of it, the way his touch seemed to unlock a part of her that had been hidden, even from herself. Her knees buckled slightly, but Jack's strong arms held her in place, his hands firm on her hips.
Jack, for his part, was lost in the sweetness of her flavor, the way she quivered beneath his touch. The taste of her was unlike anything he had ever known, a heady blend of salt and musk that seemed to call to his very soul. As he lapped at her, he felt the walls of the room closing in, the world outside forgotten as he became one with the woman who had cradled him in her arms since he was a babe.
Her legs began to tremble, her breath coming in ragged gasps as the orgasm built within her. Edith's hand, still pressed to her mouth, could hardly muffle the sounds of her pleasure, a symphony of moans and whimpers that seemed to echo through the hallowed halls of the house. The glass of the window was cool against her feverish skin, a stark contrast to the heat that radiated from Jack's body as he worshiped her with his mouth.
With a primal urgency, Jack's hands slid up her thighs, gripping her hips tightly. He stood, his eyes never leaving hers, the promise of what was to come a silent pact between them. Edith felt a shiver of anticipation run through her, a mix of fear and excitement that made her heart race faster than it ever had in her many years of life.
Jack positioned himself before her, the tip of his manhood brushing against the wetness of her pussy. With a gentle push, he entered her, the sensation a perfect mix of pain and pleasure that made her gasp. Her walls stretched to accommodate him, the tightness a sweet agony that only served to fuel his desire even after having her once already.
Their bodies moved together in a dance as old as time itself, the creaks of the floorboards below a testament to the passion that consumed them. Edith's hands found his shoulders, her nails digging in as she rode the waves of pleasure that crashed through her. Jack's movements grew more urgent, his hips slamming into hers with a fervor that was as surprising as it was thrilling. The window behind her rattled in its frame, the moon's watchful gaze the only witness to their union.