Elena's eyes remained locked on her son's, even as her body was claimed by her husband. The realization of her nudity, of her vulnerability before him, brought a rush of adrenaline that made her pussy clench around Charles' cock. She felt a strange thrill at the thought of Jack watching, his eyes devouring her body with the same hunger that she had seen in his gaze when he had first approached her. It was a power she had never felt before, a power that seemed to resonate through every inch of her being.
Jack's eyes grew darker, his pupils dilating with every thrust he gave Edith. He could feel her pussy tightening around him, her body shuddering with the beginnings of her climax. His mind raced with thoughts of his mother, her moans growing louder with each stroke from his father. The need to claim her, to feel her wet warmth around him, was a call that grew louder with every passing moment. He watched as her hand moved faster between her legs, her fingers disappearing into the folds of her pussy, her hips rocking back to meet each of Charles' powerful thrusts.
The air was thick with the scent of their desire, a potent aroma that seemed to fuel their actions. Elena's eyes never left her son's, a silent conversation passing between them that spoke of lust and need. The way she moved, the way her body responded to her husband's touch, it was a symphony that played to Jack's deepest desires. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes glazed over with the haze of pleasure, and Jack felt himself being drawn into her orbit, unable to resist the pull of her need.
Jack's strokes grew more erratic as he watched Elena's hand move with feverish speed between her legs. He knew what she was doing, knew what she wanted, and it was a revelation that set his blood on fire. His grandmother's moans grew louder, her walls clenching around him, and he knew she was close. The thought of his grandmother coming undone beneath him while he watched his mother brought him to the edge of his own climax. It was a heady cocktail of emotions, love and lust swirling together in a way that was both terrifying and exhilarating.
Elena felt it, the unspoken hunger in her son's eyes, and it set her own orgasm racing closer. She moaned around Charles' cock, her hand a blur between her legs, her body a canvas of wanton desire. Her breasts bobbed and swayed with every thrust, her nipples hard as pebbles against the fabric of her nightgown. She knew Jack could see her, knew he was watching her every move, and it only served to drive her higher.
Their eyes remained locked, the silent confession of their darkest desires passing between them like a current of electricity. Jack's cock grew harder, thicker, his strokes into Edith more fervent, as he watched his mother's hand disappear into her folds. The sight of her, so open and vulnerable, was a siren's that he couldn't ignore. The line between love and lust had blurred into something so potent, so raw, that it was all he could do to keep from giving in to the primal need to claim her himself.
Elena felt it, the tension in the air coiling around them like a serpent waiting to strike. Her body was on fire, her pussy aching with an unbridled desire that seemed to resonate through every fiber of her being. She could feel her orgasm building. Her hand moved faster, her own need to come a silent scream that seemed to echo through the night. She knew what Jack was thinking, knew the hunger that burned in his eyes, and it was a heady feeling, a sense of power that she had never experienced before.
Her body was a symphony of sensation, the pleasure from her own touch mingling with the sight of her son's cock buried deep within her mother-in-law. The scene was jarring, yet it seemed to fuel her own arousal, making her want more. Her hand moved faster, her hips rocking back to meet her husband's thrusts, her pussy clenching around the emptiness she longed to fill. It was as if she could feel Jack's need, as if their desires were a tangible force that bound them together in this moment of raw passion.