Edith's eyes gleamed with a knowing satisfaction as she watched Jack's reaction. Her own hand never ceased its steady stroking of her grandson's cock, the slickness of his pre-cum a testament to his arousal. She whispered against his skin, her breath hot and moist, "You see, Jack, love is not always gentle. Sometimes it is fierce, wild, and untamed. Like the beasts that prowl the night, it demands to be felt and tasted."
The words hung in the air, thick with meaning, as Elena's gaze met her son's. In the flickering candlelight, Jack saw a side of his mother that he had never glimpsed before, a raw, primal hunger that seemed to transform her into a creature of desire. Her eyes bore into his, the question in them as clear as the night sky above them. "Jack," she murmured around Charles' cock, her voice a seductive purr, "don't you want your mother to suck your cock?"
Jack felt as though the ground beneath him had shifted, the very fabric of his reality warping before his eyes. The thought, once unthinkable, now seemed as natural as the beating of his own heart. He felt his own cock pulse with need, the desire to feel his mother's lips around him growing more insistent with every passing second. He looked to Edith, her eyes gleaming with approval, a knowing smile playing upon her lips as she continued to stroke him with a gentle yet firm hand.
With a sudden sureness, Jack reached down and grabbed Edith's head, his hand tangling in her silvery hair. He felt her gasp against him, the vibration sending a shiver of excitement through his body. He began to thrust into her mouth, the rhythm matching the erratic beat of his heart. The sight of his mother, kneeling before her husband, her eyes closed in rapture, was a vision that seemed to burn itself into his soul. He could feel his orgasm building, a pressure that grew with every beat of his pulse.
Elena glanced up at her son, her eyes hooded and filled with a hunger that seemed to devour the very air around them. She saw the need in his gaze and something in her snapped. With a sudden increase in urgency, she took Charles' cock deeper into her mouth, her movements growing more frantic. Her own hand slipped between her legs, her fingers working themselves in a frenzy against her swollen clit. The sounds of her husband's pleasure melded with the soft, wet sucking sounds she made as she took him deeper, her eyes never leaving Jack's.
Charles and Jack, two generations of men bound by blood and a shared passion, moaned in unison. Elena, caught in the throes of her own pleasure, looked up at her son, the sight of his ecstasy a reflection of her own. Her eyes held his, a silent acknowledgment of the unspoken bond that now linked them all. Her hand moved faster, her grip tightening around her husband's cock, her mouth working in a rhythm that seemed to resonate through the very stones of the terrace.
Edith's head bobbed in time with Jack's thrusts, her eyes closed in rapture as she savored the taste of her grandson's passion. Her own hand slipped into her nightgown, her fingers seeking out the slickness of her own arousal. The sensation was overwhelming, a symphony of sensations that played across her skin like a lover's touch.
"Jack," she whispered, her voice a hoarse rasp, "now, fuck me. Take me while you watch your mother suck your father's cock."
The words hung in the air, a siren's call that resonated through Jack's very being. He looked into Edith's eyes, seeing the fierce hunger that burned within them. He knew that she meant it, that she wanted him in a way that was as primal as the very earth beneath them. The thought was intoxicating, a heady mix of love and lust that made his cock throb with the need to be buried deep within her.
With a growl that was almost animalistic in its intensity, Jack pulled away from Edith's mouth and positioned himself between her legs. The fabric of her nightgown was already stained with her desire, and he pushed it aside, exposing the glistening pink folds of her pussy. Her scent was intoxicating, a sweet musk that seemed to call to him, urging him to claim her. He felt his own hunger swell, his body responding to the sight of her spread before him like an offering to a long-forgotten god.
"Jack," Edith breathed, her eyes never leaving his, "show me how much you want me. Fuck me like you would your mother."
Jack's gaze flickered to Elena, whose eyes were still locked with his, the hunger in her gaze undimmed by the act of her sucking her husband's cock. The sight of her, her cheeks hollowed with the effort, her eyes glazed with need, sent a bolt of pure, raw lust through him. He positioned himself between Edith's legs, feeling the tremble in her thighs as he did so.