Edith's eyes fluttered open, watching the silent exchange between her son and daughter-in-law with a hunger that was almost painful. The air around them was thick with desire, a palpable force that seemed to hum with the energy of a thousand unspoken confessions. She could feel the heat of his cock against her, the slickness of her own arousal a silent invitation. Her hand reached down, her fingers curling around the base of his shaft, guiding him to her entrance.
Elena watched, her breath coming in ragged gasps, as Jack positioned himself over her mother-in-law. The sight was at once jarring and exhilarating. Yet, as she felt her husband's cock swell even further in her mouth, she knew she wanted to see this act through. The thrill of the taboo, the raw power of the moment, it was like a drug that had seeped into her veins, making her head swim and her body ache with a need she had never felt before.
Jack's eyes never left hers as he pushed into Edith, her walls tight and welcoming around him. The sound of their joining was like the crackle of a fireplace, a comforting reminder of the passion that burned between them all. Elena felt a strange sense of pride, of belonging, as she watched her son claim his grandmother in the most intimate of ways. The woman who had held her when she had wept, who had taught her the secrets of the garden, was now a willing participant in this twisted dance of lust.
Her own body was a symphony of sensations, the ache in her pussy growing more insistent with every stroke of her hand. She felt the cock in her mouth swell, a silent signal that her husband was close to his own release. With a sudden urgency, she pulled back, her hand still working him with fervent strokes.
"Charles," she panted, her voice a desperate whine, "fuck me, now."
Her husband didn't need further invitation. He stepped back, his cock glistening with her saliva, and positioned himself behind Elena. She felt the tip of him at her entrance, a gentle nudge that seemed to ask permission. She arched her back, pushing herself against him, silently begging for more. With a groan that seemed to rumble through the very earth, he entered her, the sensation of fullness making her moan around the emptiness in her mouth.
Jack watched, his strokes growing more frantic as his father claimed Elena from behind. The sight of his mother's face, a mask of pure ecstasy as she took his father, was a vision that seemed to be burned into his retina. Edith's moans grew louder, her hips rising to meet his thrusts with an eagerness that was almost predatory. The air was thick with the scent of their desire, a heady perfume that seemed to intoxicate him, making his cock throb with a need that was almost painful.
Their bodies moved in a symphony of passion, the slap of flesh on flesh echoing through the garden like a secret language.
Jack's hips ravaged into Edith with a ferocity that seemed to belie his youth, his muscles flexing and releasing with the same rhythm that had driven him to explore the vastness of the world beyond their garden's walls. Her legs were wrapped around him, her ankles crossing at the base of his spine, urging him deeper with every thrust. Edith's eyes rolled back in her head, her mouth open in a silent scream of pleasure. Her breasts bounced with every impact.
At the same time, Elena herself was getting fucked hard by Charles, his powerful strokes claiming her with a fierce passion. Her back arched, her breasts bouncing in time with his thrusts, the candlelight playing over the bead of sweat that coated her skin. The look in her eyes was one of pure, unadulterated pleasure, a look that seemed to both challenge and beg Jack to watch as she was taken by his father.
Jack's own passion grew with every grunt from his father, every moan from his mother, and every wet smack of skin. He felt as though he was standing on the precipice of something, a moment that was at once terrifying and exhilarating. His hips moved faster, his cock driving deeper into Edith with every thrust, her cries of pleasure urging him onward. The world around them melted away, leaving only the four of them and the garden that had been the silent witness to their most intimate moments.