Her breath came in heated pants, her body arching back to meet him with each powerful thrust. The coolness of the glass against her skin was a contrast to the heat of his body, the friction between them sending sparks flying through the air. His hand found her breast, kneading it with a roughness that was almost painful, the pleasure-pain a symphony that played through her body.
Jack's eyes were closed in concentration, his teeth clenched as he fought to hold back his release. The sensation of her tightness around him was exquisite, a feeling that seemed to transcend the boundaries of his own flesh. He could feel her walls pulsing, her body begging for more, and the sight of her, his grandmother, in this most primal of poses was a heady aphrodisiac that made him feel both powerful and humbled.
Edith's eyes were glazed with passion, her breath coming in short, stuttering gasps as Jack claimed her from behind. Her back arched, pushing her breasts upward, the soft mounds begging for attention. Without missing a beat, he reached around, his rough thumbs circling her hardened nipples, teasing them until they were as tight as the buds of spring flowers awaiting the kiss of the sun. Her moans grew louder, more desperate, the sound echoing through the quiet house.
Her whispered words, a breathy plea, echoed in his ear like the sweetest of sins. "Fuck me harder," she urged, her voice a call that he could not resist. His hips responded to her command, driving into her with a newfound vigor, the force of each thrust pushing her against the unforgiving glass of the window
Jack's hand slipped from her breast to the base of her neck, his grip firm as he angled her head back, exposing the long, elegant column of her throat. He kissed her there, a bruising pressure that made her moan louder, her voice a symphony of pleasure that seemed to resonate through the very bones of the house. Edith's own hands gripped the fabric of his shirt, pulling him closer, her nails digging into his flesh as she whispered more filthy secrets into the night.
"Does it feel good, my dear?" she murmured, her voice a slutty purr that seemed to vibrate through him. "Tell me, how does it feel to be fucking the woman who held you as an infant?"
Jack's eyes snapped open, his pupils dilated with lust as he met her gaze in the moonlit room. "It's... it's incredible, Grandma," he managed to choke out, his voice thick with emotion. "It's like... I never knew this part of you existed, and now it's all I can think about."
Edith's smile was both sly and affectionate as she leaned back against him, her hand sliding down to cup his cheek. "And how does it make you feel, Jack?" she purred, "To be the one bringing pleasure to the woman who held you in her arms, who watched you take your first steps?"
Jack's breath hitched, his heart racing with a arousal that he had never felt before embrace. He was shocked at the same time aroused by the lewd question of his grandmother. Yet as he felt her nails dig into his skin, her hips bucking back to meet his every thrust, he couldn't help but revel in the power of the moment. "It's... it's like nothing I've ever felt," he admitted, his voice hoarse with passion. "It's like... I'm claiming a part of our family's history."
Jack's hips responded to her words, driving into her with a ferocity that seemed to shake the very foundations of the house. The sound of their union filled the room, sound of flesh against flesh that seemed to echo through the decades of family secrets that had been whispered within these walls. He could feel the tension in her body building, her muscles tightening around him, and he knew she was close.
"And what about your mother?" Edith's question was a whispered challenge, her voice as smooth as the finest silk. "Would you treat her with the same passion, the same hunger?"
Jack's eyes widened, the thought of Elena, so soft and giving, in this primal embrace a revelation that made his blood pulse with a new intensity. "Mother...?" he breathed, his voice thick with doubt and desire.
Edith's smile grew, the corners of her lips turning up in a knowing smile that spoke of secrets and seduction. "Yes, my dear," she purred, her hips moving with renewed vigor against his. "The woman who bore you, the one whose love is as vast as the sky you gaze upon. Would you show her the same fierce passion you give to me?"
Her words were like a match to dry tinder, setting alight a desire within Jack that was as intense as it was forbidden. He couldn't help but imagine his mother in the same state, her soft curves trembling with need beneath his touch. The thought was as shocking as it was tantalizing, a heady cocktail of love and lust that made his blood boil. His strokes grew faster, deeper, as if trying to reach the very core of Edith's soul, to claim the darkest part of her for himself.