Urban Seduction: Housewives Club

Chapter 2197 - 518: A Mother Listens to Her Daughter’s Ecstasy 4

Wang Yue could feel a massive suction coming from his gorgeous cousinʼs cervix. He fought back the surging urge to climax, his hips continuing their full-speed sprint.

Every stroke bottomed out against Cancanʼs tender core, while his hands worked overtime, squeezing and kneading her two firm, heavy breasts.

”Ah... the big cock... itʼs all the way in my womb... ah... fast... faster... more...” Cancan babbled incoherently, her moans rising in the air. Her ivory skin was drenched in sweat, looking incredibly erotic and depraved.

Wang Yueʼs hips never stopped, his pelvis slamming into her lush, soft rear with a rhythmic clap-clap-clap. Inside her heat, his length was moving like a blur, a torrential downpour of strikes.

”Ah! Ah! Ah!” With a final, frantic scream, Cancanʼs inner walls spasmed violently. A torrent of hot, slick nectar sprayed out, and her entire body went rigid before collapsing onto the mattress.

Wang Yue was also reaching his breaking point. He accelerated even further. ”Wifey... Iʼm going to go... ah... ah...” After a final series of frantic thrusts deep inside her spasming heat, he felt a sharp pang at the small of his back. He gave one last, mighty shove, and a flood of pure male essence erupted from his crown, pumping directly into the depths of the mature beautyʼs womb.

The scald of his hot seed triggered one last series of tremors in Cancanʼs core. Her body went limp, and she fell forward onto the bed.

Wang Yue collapsed on top of her, his weight pressing against her sexy, porcelain back. His length remained buried deep inside her as they shared the long, pulsing afterglow.

After resting for a moment, Cancanʼs wanton spirit flared up again. She secretly circulated her energy, her inner muscles rhythmically milking Wang Yueʼs length. ”Baby brother,” she whispered, ”keep going. My pussy is starting to itch again!”

”You got it,” Wang Yue agreed. However, he pulled out and sat up. ”Letʼs switch it up, Sis. Roll over—I want to look you in the eye while I fuck you!”

Cancan turned her head, looking at him with a puzzled expression. ”I thought you loved taking me from behind? You get to fuck me and play with my ass at the same time. Donʼt tell me youʼre tired of my ass already?”

Wang Yue gave a lewd grin. ”Your ass is legendary, Sis. How could I ever get tired of it? I just want to see that slutty look on your face while youʼre getting taken by your own brother.”

”Pah! You little devil. Iʼm not slutty,” she countered with a flirtatious pout. ”Itʼs all your fault for having such a monster between your legs. Youʼve turned your own sister into a total nympho.”

Despite her protest, she obediently rolled onto her back.

She spread her long, shapely legs wide and used her hands to pull her labia apart, exposing her swollen, crimson opening that was still struggling to close after being stretched so wide.

”Yes, yes, itʼs all my fault,” Wang Yue chuckled, kneeling between her legs. He slid his iron-hard length back into her wet heat. He lifted her long, straight legs and draped them over his shoulders, then began a rapid-fire rhythm.

Cancan shook her head slightly, her moans coming in short bursts. ”Thatʼs... thatʼs not it... itʼs because... your cock is so... irresistible... thatʼs why I love you... oh, harder! Fuck me! I love you so much... and I love your cock... it feels so good inside me... only you... make me feel... like a real woman... this is incredible...”

Wang Yue had heard plenty of praise before, but hearing it from her always sent a fresh jolt of excitement through him. He put his back into it, his hips moving in high, powerful arcs that left his brassy cousin wailing in ecstasy.

While those two were lost in their world of pleasure, Su Nuanyue was suffering in the next room.

The sounds of the rhythmic slapping and her daughterʼs constant, high-pitched cries were absolute torture. Nuanyue felt like she was being consumed by a literal fire.

As time passed, her desire snowballed, growing heavier and more intense until the space between her thighs was completely drenched.

What made it unbearable was the paralysis. She was burning with a desperate need, yet she couldnʼt even move a finger to help herself. She couldnʼt clench her legs or use her hands to find even a shred of relief.

The mental torture was driving her insane, yet she couldnʼt stop listening. She found herself obsessing over her daughterʼs words—wondering just how big he really was and if it truly felt as heaven-sent as Cancanʼs screams suggested.

When Cancan suddenly called Wang Yue ”Daddy,” Nuanyue felt a jolt of both shame and intense arousal. The thrill was so sharp she almost peaked right then and there.

Unfortunately, the ”Daddy/Daughter” roleplay only lasted for a moment. Without the continued stimulation, Nuanyueʼs peak stalled, leaving her frustrated and aching.

The two young people kept at it until the early hours of the morning before finally quieting down.

But sleep was impossible for Su Nuanyue. Her daughterʼs cries, the wet slaps, and even the squelching sound of the friction—a sound that told her exactly how wet and worked-over her daughterʼs core was—echoed in her skull.

That last sound made her feel a flash of envy that bordered on madness.

If his cock was making those sounds inside her daughter, the pleasure must be beyond comprehension.

A wild, desperate thought took root: If I could experience that just once, I wouldnʼt care if I died the next second.

Thanks to the lingering effects of Wang Yueʼs Qi, her state of hyper-arousal lasted until dawn. Far from fading, the fire only grew hotter, pushing her to the brink of a total breakdown.

As the sun began to rise, Nuanyue felt a sudden jolt through her system. Her strength returned; the paralysis was finally gone.

The very first thing she did was reach into her panties, her fingers seeking the center of the ache that had been tormenting her all night. She had never been this desperate in her entire life.

But just as her fingers brushed against her labia, Cancanʼs voice rang out from the hallway. ”Mom? Are you awake yet?”

Nuanyue jumped, pulling her hand back instantly.

As her daughter pushed the door open and walked in, Nuanyue felt a wave of uncharacteristic resentment. Youʼve been enjoying yourself all night; canʼt you at least give me five minutes to myself? How unfilial!

Cancan walked to the bedside with a mysterious, low-voiced smirk. ”Mom, get up. I want to show you something. I guarantee youʼre going to love it.”

”Iʼm not going anywhere,” Nuanyue said sharply, her voice strained. ”Go wash up and make breakfast.” She was dying for her daughter to leave so she could finally find some relief and put out the fire in her veins.

But Cancan had been counting on her being in exactly this state. She wasnʼt about to give her an out. Without a word, she grabbed Nuanyueʼs arm and pulled her up. ”Breakfast can wait. Come see this first.”

Nuanyue couldnʼt win the tug-of-war and was terrified of her daughter seeing the state of her underwear if they kept struggling. Resigned, she pulled on a dress and followed Cancan out of the room.