Edith's grip on Jack tightened as she felt his tongue tentatively touch her clit, sending a jolt of pleasure through her body. The sensation was electric, a jolting reminder of her own desires that had lain dormant for so long. She moaned into his mouth, the vibrations of her voice resonating through him like the toll of a distant bell. Her own hand slid down to grip his shoulder, her nails digging in as she guided his head closer, her hips rolling in silent encouragement.
Jack's tongue grew bolder, the taste of her sweetness a heady aphrodisiac that fueled his passion. His eyes remained locked with Elena's, her own desire reflected in the dark pools of her irises. He could feel the heat of his mother's gaze upon him, a silent benediction that seemed to say, "yes, this is right." His hand stroked Edith's inner thigh, his thumb tracing the sensitive skin, feeling the tremors of her impending orgasm.
Elena's moans grew more insistent, her hips bucking against Charles' face as she chased the elusive peak of pleasure. She was lost in a world of sensation, her body a canvas painted with the colors of passion. Her eyes remained on her son, the sight of him with her mother-in-law a taboo masterpiece that only heightened her arousal. The line between love and lust had blurred, the boundaries of their familial roles shifting and morphing.
Edith, feeling the unmistakable warmth of Jack's mouth on her pussy, gasped in shock and arousal. The realization of what was happening sent a bolt of lightning through her veins, her body responding to his touch with an urgency. Her eyes, so sharp and knowing, searched Elena's, finding not horror or anger, but a mirror of the hunger that consumed her own soul. She felt a strange thrill at the thought of her grandson's tongue on her, her body betraying her with a tremble of anticipation.
With a suddenness that seemed to defy gravity, Edith's knees gave way, her legs parting like the petals of a night-blooming flower. The fabric of her nightgown whispered against the stone as she settled onto the cool, unforgiving surface. She watched as Jack, driven by the same primal instinct, pulled his cock free from the confines of his boxers. It stood proud and erect, the moon's glow casting it in an ethereal light that seemed to make it pulse with a life of its own. The sight of him, so young and eager, brought a wave of desire crashing over her.
Elena watched, her eyes wide with a mix of horror and fascination, as her son's cock grew even larger before her eyes. The reality of what was happening washed over her, a warm, sticky feeling that made her head spin. She had borne this boy into the world, cradled him in her arms, and now she was watching him become a man before her very eyes. The line between mother and woman grew thinner, the taboo of it all only serving to stoke the flames of her desire. She couldn't tear her gaze away, her own hand moving to her own pussy, her fingers slipping easily into the warm, wet folds.
Her breath hitched as she felt Charles' hand on the back of her neck, gently guiding her down. She knew what he wanted, what she needed, and she found herself complying without a second thought. Elena knelt before him, the cool stone of the terrace a stark contrast to the heat that was building within her. She took him into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the head of his cock in a silent promise. The taste of him was familiar and foreign all at once.
Jack's eyes never left Edith's as he felt her warm, wet mouth envelop him. The sensation was exquisite, a pleasure so intense it bordered on pain. His hands found her hair, his fingers tangling in the softness, as he watched the scene unfold before him like a waking dream. His hips began to rock, his body moving in a silent rhythm that seemed to match the pulse of the night itself.
Edith's tongue swirled around the head of Jack's cock, her teeth grazing the sensitive skin just enough to make him gasp. Her hand cupped his balls, her fingers playing with the tender sac with a finesse that belied her age. The weight of her gaze was a physical presence, a warmth that seemed to seep into his very soul. Her eyes, so blue and piercing, held the promise of secrets and knowledge, of a world he had only just begun to explore.
"Look at your mother," she murmured against the base of his shaft, her voice a dark, seductive whisper that seemed to echo through the night air. "Look at how eager she is for him, how she takes his cock like a slut, her mouth a wet, hungry cave."
Jack's eyes widened, the lewdness of Edith's words striking a nerve within him. The sight of Elena, her mouth stretched around Charles' cock, was a revelation that shook him to his core. Yet, instead of repulsion, he felt a strange, primal thrill that seemed to coil in his stomach. The woman who had cradled him as a baby, who had taught him the meaning of love and comfort, was now kneeling before her husband, a picture of raw, carnality that seemed to challenge everything he thought he knew about her.