Edith felt the tension in him, the struggle between the love for his mother and the passion that consumed him in this moment. Her eyes gleamed with a knowing look, her hand reaching between her legs to guide him, urging him to give her what she craved. "Cum inside me, Jack," she whispered, her voice a call that he could not resist. "Make me feel like I'm a part of you, like we're one."
Jack's body responded to her words, his hips moving with a rhythm. He watched her in the moonlight, her skin slick with sweat and desire, the woman who had been a pillar of his life now reduced to a mass of passion. With a final groan, he released himself into her, filling her with his essence. The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of love and lust that seemed to burn through every part of his being.
Edith's eyes fluttered shut, her body spasming around him as she reached her climax. The sound of their mingled release filled the room, a symphony of pleasure that seemed to resonate through the silent night. For a moment, they remained locked in their embrace, the only sound the harshness of their breathing and the distant call of a night owl.
Her eyes met his in the reflection of the window, the moon casting them in a soft glow. The sight of her grandson's cock, still glistening with their shared fluids, brought a hunger to her that was as surprising as it was primal. With a trembling hand, she reached out, her fingers wrapping around the base of his shaft. His skin was hot, the veins pulsing with life. She brought it to her mouth, the taste of him still lingering on her tongue.
Jack watched in amazement as Edith took him in, her mouth moving with a hunger that seemed to defy her age. Her teeth grazed his sensitive skin, sending shivers down his spine as she sucked with a passion that was both terrifying and exhilarating.
As she finished, Edith pulled away with a satisfied sigh, her eyes still locked on his. With trembling hands, she reached up and cupped his cheek, her thumb brushing away the sweat that beaded his brow. She whispered, "you're more of a man than I ever could have hoped."
Jack, still reeling from the intensity of their encounter, could only nod, his breath coming in ragged gasps. Edith's hand trailed down his body, her fingertips tracing the contours of his chest, his stomach, and finally coming to rest on his now-flaccid cock. With a gentle squeeze, she began to clean him, her movements methodical yet filled with a tender care that seemed to speak volumes of the love she had for him.
The act was both intimate and strange, a silent acknowledgment of the bond that now existed between them. He watched, his eyes never leaving hers, as she brought him back to life, her touch gentle.
With a soft groan, Jack pulled her closer, his hands sliding around her waist. He lifted her effortlessly, the strength of his youth. She felt light as a feather in his arms, her body boneless with satisfaction.
He laid her down gently, the mattress sighing beneath them. Edith's eyes searched his, her heart pounding in her chest. He looked at her, the question in his eyes as raw and unfiltered as the passion that still smoldered between them. "How did it feel?" he asked, his voice a whisper, his curiosity piqued by the lewd act they had just shared.
Her smile was soft, the corners of her eyes crinkling with the weight of her years and the memories they held. "It felt... surprising," she admitted, her voice a gentle caress in the stillness of the night. "But also... right," she added, her hand finding his once more. She could feel the heat of his passion, the throb of his desire, and it filled her with a sense of power she hadn't felt in years.
Jack leaned in, his lips brushing hers in a kiss that was as sweet as it was carnally hungry. He whispered lewdly against her mouth, "Your pussy tasted like heaven, Grandma." The words were a blasphemy that seemed to hang in the air, a confession of their shared act. Edith's eyes widened, the shock and arousal mingling within them like the swirl of a stormy sea. She knew she should be disgusted, that the thought of her own grandson tasting her most intimate of places was a perversion that should repulse her. Yet, the way he said it, with such reverence and passion, made her feel cherished and desired in a way she hadn't felt in an eternity.
Edith's smile was soft, her eyes filled with a warmth. She leaned in, her breath warm against his ear. "Goodnight, my love," she murmured, her voice a sweet whisper. Her lips brushed against his lips, a gentle kiss.
Jack felt a shiver run through him, the reality of their shared secret a heady cocktail that intoxicated him. He kissed her back, his lips lingering against the softness of her skin. "Goodnight, Grandma," he whispered, the words a declaration of his love and longing. The taste of her was still on his tongue, a flavor that was both familiar and taboo.