Elena felt a blush rise to her cheeks, the heat of it a stark contrast to the coolness of the shadows that surrounded her. Her hand hovered between her legs, frozen in place by the intensity of the scene before her. She had never felt so exposed, so raw, and yet she couldn't look away. The love in her son's eyes, the hunger in his voice, it was a reflection of the love she had always known, now transformed into something she had never dared to imagine. It was a love that burned as brightly as the sun and as darkly as the midnight sky, a love that transcended the boundaries of morality and propriety.
Edith, her breath coming in ragged gasps, met Elena's gaze with a look that was both defiant and pleading. Her hand reached out, her fingers curling around Jack's neck, drawing him closer. "Does it feel like home?" she whispered, the words a lewd challenge that seemed to hang in the air. Her voice was a siren's call, a temptation that Elena found herself drawn to, despite the horror of what was unfolding. "Does it feel like the warmth of your mother's embrace?"
Jack's eyes were glazed with passion as he nodded, his hips moving faster as he approached the precipice of his release. "Yes," he groaned, "it feels... right." The word hung between them like a declaration of war, a battle cry that seemed to shake the very foundations of the house. Edith's grip tightened, her nails digging into his skin, a silent acknowledgment of the power she held over him.
Elena's eyes widened, the shock of the moment giving way to a fierce, primal need. Her hand slipped into her own panties, her fingers finding the slickness that had gathered there. She watched as Jack's body tensed, the muscles of his back rippling like the surface of a storm-tossed sea. The sight of her son claiming his grandmother, using her as a stand-in for his mother, was a heady cocktail of love and horror that seemed to intoxicate her. She felt her own climax build, her breath hitching in her chest as she stroked herself in time with his thrusts.
Edith's eyes never left Elena's as she whispered, "Jack, tell me, would you like to fuck Lily too?" The question was a lewd invitation, a challenge that seemed to hang in the air like a dark cloud. The room was thick with the scent of sex and secrets, the very air charged with a tension that could have sparked a lightning bolt.
Elena's hand froze between her legs, the fabric of her drenched panties a silent testament to her arousal. Her eyes grew wide with shock, the horror of the suggestion a slap in the face that seemed to echo through the room. Yet, as she stared at her son and her mother-in-law, locked in their illicit embrace, she felt a strange sense of... curiosity? No, it was more than that. It was a hunger, a desperate yearning that seemed to coil around her heart like a vine, threatening to consume her.
Jack's strokes faltered for a moment, his eyes snapping to meet his mother's, a silent question in his gaze. The thought of claiming Lily in the same way he was claiming Edith was a revelation, a dark desire that had been lurking in the shadows of his mind, unspoken and untouched. "Lily?" he murmured, his voice thick with lust.
Elena felt a shiver run down her spine, her hand still lodged between her legs, her own arousal a traitorous beacon in the sea of confusion. The idea of her son with her daughter was a line she had never dared to cross, and yet, as she saw the hunger in Edith's eyes, she knew that the grandmother had planted the seed of this depravity. Edith leaned in closer to Jack, her breath a warm caress against his ear. "Wouldn't it be divine, Jack?" she purred, "To have us all, your mother, your sister, your grandmother, all at once?"
Jack's eyes widened, his breath hitching as the image of Lily's sweet face and slender body flashed before his eyes. The thought of the three of them together was like a siren's call, a tantalizing vision that made his blood race with an unfamiliar need. He could feel his cock pulse in response to Edith's words, his body betraying the darkest recesses of his mind. "Lily," he murmured, the name a question and an answer all in one.