Elena's hand fell away from her own wetness, her mind reeling with the depraved beauty of the suggestion. She felt as though she were drowning in a sea of desire, the waves crashing over her in an overwhelming crescendo. Her heart thudded in her chest like a drum, the rhythm echoing in time with the obscene dance in the kitchen. The room seemed to spin, the walls closing in around her, yet she couldn't look away.
In the kitchen, Edith's eyes gleamed with a knowing smile as she leaned in closer to Jack, her breath hot against his skin. "Imagine it," she whispered, her voice a sultry purr that seemed to resonate through his very bones. "Your cock buried deep inside your mother, her legs wrapped around you just like mine are now. And as you fuck her, you can kiss Lily, feel her soft, sweet breasts in your hands." Her words were a dark incantation, a spell that wove its way through Jack's mind like a serpent, coiling around his very soul.
Elena stumbled backward, the image painted by Edith's depraved lips a siren's song that she couldn't resist. Her hand found the wall behind her, her knees threatening to buckle under the weight of the sudden, intense desire. She could almost feel Jack's kiss on her own lips, the taste of his lust mingling with the sweetness of the apple pie she had baked for dinner. Her eyes drifted to the stairs, the very same ones that led to Lily's room, and she found herself wondering if the girl was listening, if she could feel the tremors of passion that seemed to shake the very foundations of the house.
In the kitchen, Jack's strokes grew more frenzied, his body responding to the lewd suggestions that filled the air. Edith's words were a dark symphony, a melody of love and lust that seemed to play upon his very soul. He didn't notice Elena's silent encouragement, lost as he was in the throes of passion, his eyes locked onto Edith's face, a map of wrinkles and wisdom that seemed to hold all the secrets of the universe. He could feel his orgasm building, a storm that threatened to break upon the shore of his self-control.
Elena leaned against the wall, her body trembling with the force of her own desire. The whispered words she had never allowed herself to say aloud seemed to hang in the air, a silent chant that grew louder with each passing second. "Yes," she murmured, her voice a soft echo of her son's, "yes, Jack, harder." The sound of her voice was a siren's call to her own passion, a release of the floodgates that had held back the tide of her darkest desires. She could feel the wetness seeping through her panties, the evidence of her own arousal a stark contrast to the horror that gripped her heart.
Outside the kitchen window, the shadows grew longer, the day's last light retreating from the house as though in disgust. Yet, it was in those shadows that Lily watched, her own curiosity piqued by the sounds of passion that seemed to resonate through the very glass. Her hand flew to her mouth, stifling the gasp that had escaped her lips. Her eyes were wide with shock and a burgeoning lust, the scene before her a twisted reflection of the love she had always felt for her mother and brother. Her heart raced in her chest, a wild animal that seemed to demand she join them, to claim her place in this depraved dance.
The kitchen curtains fluttered in the breeze, a silent witness to the incestuous union that played out before her. The candlelight cast flickering shadows across Edith's contorted face, a mask of ecstasy that seemed to hold the secrets of the universe. Lily's gaze was drawn to Jack's powerful strokes, his youthful body a stark contrast to the fragility of their grandmother's. Yet, it was Edith who held the power, her hand wrapped around his neck in a vice-like grip that spoke of a dominance that was as surprising as it was erotic.
Her own hand stole to her mouth, the shock of what she had stumbled upon mingling with a fierce, unbidden curiosity. Lily had always been the quiet observer, the one who watched from the sidelines as the world unfolded around her. But now, as she took in the sight of her mother's passion, she found herself unable to look away. Elena's eyes, so like hers, were glazed with desire, her body moving in silent harmony with the rhythm of Jack's thrusts. The sight of her mother's pleasure was a revelation, a peek into a garden of love that she had never before dared to enter.