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Chapter 48 - Complex love - Part 3

Jack's eyes searched for Elena's, finding them shimmering with a mix of shock and arousal. He could feel his mother's gaze on him, a silent invitation that seemed to beckon him closer. He leaned in, his breath hot against Edith's neck, his hand moving to cup her breast. The weight of her in his palm was a revelation, the softness and warmth of her skin a stark contrast to the firmness of his own body. Her nipple, a pebbled peak beneath his touch, grew taut as he rolled it gently, his thumb tracing circles around the areola.

Elena's eyes grew dark with desire as she watched her son explore. Her own hand stole to her chest, her fingers finding the hardened nubs of her nipples, her breath catching as Jack's eyes met hers over his grandmother's shoulder. The connection between them was palpable, a silent communication that transcended the boundaries of their familial roles.

Meanwhile, Charles remained oblivious to the unfolding drama, his own desires focused solely on the woman before him. He gently pushed Elena back towards the makeshift bed of petals, his calloused hands tracing the softness of her thighs. His thumb brushed against the slickness of her pussy, a gesture that made her gasp. He looked up, his eyes questioning, his need for her a living, breathing entity that could not be denied. She nodded, her consent a silent whisper.

With a growl of possession, he lowered his head, his tongue parting the delicate folds of her pussy. The scent of her arousal was intoxicating, a sweet perfume that seemed to fill the air around them. His touch was as tender as the kiss of a butterfly, his tongue exploring her with a reverence that made her legs tremble.

Elena's eyes slammed shut, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps as he tasted her, his mouth a warm, wet sanctuary that sent shockwaves of pleasure through her body. Her hands tangled in his hair, urging him closer, her hips rising to meet his insistent mouth.

Jack felt a shiver of excitement run down his spine as he heard his mother's moan of pleasure, the sound a call that called him closer. Edith's hand had moved from his cock to his chest, her nails lightly scoring his skin as she held him against her.

He could feel the heat of her pussy against his thigh, the dampness seeping through the fabric of her nightgown. The sound of his mother's passion was like a drug, a potent elixir that clouded his judgment and heightened his senses.

Edith's whisper grew bolder, her words a lewd invitation. "Do you hear her, Jack?" she breathed into his ear, her voice a seductive purr, "Your mother wants you, just as much as she wants your father." The lewdness of her statement hung in the air like a thick fog, a challenge that seemed to resonate with the very core of his being. He watched as Elena's eyes grew dark with need, her hand still tangled in Charles' hair, her body arching in silent invitation.

Jack's hand slipped from Edith's breast, his fingers trembling as he reached for the hem of his own shirt. The fabric lifted, exposing the taut muscles of his chest and the smattering of hair that trailed down his stomach. The coolness of the night air kissed his skin, a stark contrast to the heat that burned within him.

He stepped closer to the edge of the terrace, his eyes never leaving Elena's, his breathing ragged and uneven. The world around them had faded away, leaving only the four of them in the shadowy embrace of the garden, the candles' flickering light playing over their entwined limbs.

Elena's moans grew louder, her body shuddering as Charles' tongue danced faster, delving deeper into the warm, wet cavern of her desire. His rhythm was that of a seasoned lover, each stroke a testament to his love and hunger for her.

The sight of her son, hard and eager, only fueled her passion further. She felt her walls tighten around Charles' tongue, the pressure building like a storm ready to break. 

Jack, unable to resist the call of his mother's passion, found his knees buckling as he stepped closer to Edith. He looked into her eyes, the candlelight playing across the planes of her face, revealing the hunger that matched his own.

He leaned down, his mouth finding hers in a kiss that was as fiery as it was unexpected. His hand slid down to the warm, damp mound between her legs, his fingertips tracing the outline of her labia before delving into the slickness within.