Lust System: Harem Of Beautiful Women Chapter 680 Sex Becomes A Luxury For Old Couples...

Precisely at ten in the evening, the sudden opening of the door startled the young couple engrossed on the living room couch.

Typically, Mother Ruth would still be engaged in card games or perhaps socializing at the teahouse with her usual companions at this hour.

The couple, entwined in each other's arms, were not engaged in intercourse but were clearly overcome by intense lust, having inadvertently shed all their clothing.

Entirely unclothed, they were engrossed in a variety show, with Lily resting her head against her husband's chest.

Her full, warm breasts, slick with massage oil, were constantly fondled and kneaded by Luis, her husband, who couldn't resist caressing her plump, beautiful bosom.

Following the System's miraculous transformation, her formerly small, egg-shaped breasts had blossomed into lovely, large buns, firm and round. The added pregnancy-induced swelling had enlarged them a full size, making them particularly delightful to the touch.

Under the guise of a breast massage, the sensation provided Lily with immense comfort and pleasure.

Her small hands were equally active, reaching back to grasp her husband's erection and stroke it rhythmically.

Her devoted young wife no longer concealed her ardent desires. When with her husband, she found herself utterly unable to keep her hands off him. Bolstered by the System's enhancements, she maintained the same fervent passion and fiery spirit of their initial days of love.

"Ah, you two are absolutely driving me wild!"

Ruth exclaimed, her face flushed, hastily closing the door and averting her gaze in embarrassment, her breathing instantly quickening.

"Mom, why are you back so early?!"

Luis chuckled shamelessly, offering a greeting. He could barely be bothered to maintain any pretense now.

Lily offered a bashful smile and quickly pulled a light blanket over herself and her husband's private parts, then murmured, "Mom, we just didn't anticipate your return being so soon."

By this point, Ruth had regained her composure and responded with a resigned laugh, "Alright, alright, I suppose the fault lies with Mom then."

Casting glances around, she made some small talk: "You two had best draw those curtains tightly. If anyone were to catch a glimpse, you'd suffer a significant loss."

Luis replied with a brazen grin, "Oh, absolutely. But it's really no matter if Mom sees. She's not an outsider, is she?"

"Get out of here with you. Mom has no desire to look at you..."

His wife, Lily, playfully chided him, yet her breathing grew heavier with arousal. Beneath the blanket, her caresses of her husband intensified.

The intimate pillow talk between the young couple knew no bounds. Their conversations were so explicit they would necessitate constant censorship for any broadcast.

Particularly when passion surged, Luis would venture into suggestive territory, voicing desires like wanting to have intercourse with her sister, exploring his sister-in-law's ample breasts, or caressing his mother-in-law's voluptuous bosom.

Each time, his wife would playfully scold him for his outrageous remarks, but she would become intensely excited and respond with something like, "Go ahead if you think you're brave enough."

At other times, her demeanor would shift to seriousness as she confessed her indifference to his dalliances with other women, but she feared causing a family schism if he involved himself with relatives.

A woman who adheres to convention, possessing desire but lacking the audacity, is truly endearing.

She took these words to heart, not dismissing them as mere fleeting thoughts born from her husband's heated moments.

After all, she was keenly aware of the allure of the other women within the household. Merely observing her mother, still radiating mature charm, ignited a desire within her to thoroughly explore those magnificent breasts.

With a libertine like her husband sharing their home and their constant proximity, how could he possibly avoid harboring illicit thoughts?

The subtle movements beneath the blanket were obvious even to a fool. With each significant shift, the fabric would slide, offering a clear view of her husband's intimate play with her daughter's breasts.

This sight stirred envy in Ruth, and she couldn't entirely suppress a pang of jealousy. Yet, simultaneously, a warm, joyful sensation pervaded her being.

Previously, she had harbored disdain for this poor, insignificant son-in-law. However, without question, she had now fallen deeply in love.

Like a maiden experiencing her first infatuation, completely captivated in body and soul, she now perceived nothing but excellence in her son-in-law, finding him utterly flawless.

In truth, looking at them now, her daughter seemed somewhat ill-matched for him.

Thus, she had manufactured a psychological escape route for herself. Pulling her younger sister into the mire of depravity alongside her was also for the sake of this family, for her daughter's burgeoning household.

A woman endures a great deal during pregnancy, experiencing mood swings, physical transformations, and numerous challenges.

Many men stray during this vulnerable period, and after the infant arrives, the couple's affection can wane, rendering intimacy a rare occurrence.

Observing the young couple's continued adoration, Ruth felt a surge of happiness for her daughter.

Composing herself and assuming the appropriate parental air, Ruth chided playfully, "Your mother has navigated life's complexities. There isn't anything I haven't witnessed. You don't honestly believe that could intimidate me, do you?"

With that declaration, she proceeded directly towards them. The sight of her mother-in-law's generous bosom swaying with each stride sent a jolt of excitement through the young couple.

Ruth cast a furtive glance. Luis, noticing this, teased, "My dear, by concealing yourself so, you're treating Mother like a stranger."

"Mother, you needn't resort to peeking. If you feel inclined to look, there's no need for embarrassment."

"Moreover, as a woman of experience, should I falter in my duties with Lily, your counsel would be invaluable."

At these words, both mother and daughter flushed crimson, and in near unison, they shot a reproachful glare at Luis. Lily clutched the blanket tighter, genuinely fearful that her husband might impulsively snatch it away entirely.

"Your mother has far more pressing engagements!"

Ruth retrieved a bottle of fine red wine from the liquor cabinet, her cheeks flushed as she explained, "I am joining your Aunt Yana and the others for a late-night repast. They departed earlier, and I simply returned to procure this wine."

She was remarkably close now. A single glance was sufficient to discern the situation unfolding beneath the covers, causing her breathing to become noticeably shallow.

Noticing that his wife was still hesitant to fully unwind, Luis understood that this was not an opportune moment for instruction or testing.

"Lily, my love, are you feeling peckish?"

Luis bestowed a tender kiss upon his wife's cheek.

"Now that Mother has mentioned it, I too find myself craving something. Barbecue sounds delightful."

Lily offered a somewhat shy smile.

Pregnant women typically sustain themselves with smaller, more frequent meals and often experience peculiar cravings. Naturally, the elder generation endeavors to impose certain restrictions, perceiving certain foods, like barbecue, as potentially inducing excessive internal heat and irritation.

"Then, let us conclude our ablutions and join the feast!"

Luis finally released her breasts.

Lily nodded obediently. Ruth, however, unable to bear the prolonged anticipation, declared, "Joining you for the meal is perfectly acceptable. Mother shall precede you downstairs."

Lily looked bewildered, her hand still clutching the blanket to her chest, and murmured, "Why don't we all descend together!"

Ruth's gaze fell upon the pronounced mound in her son-in-law's trousers, and with a scarlet flush, she retorted, "You foolish child, exercise some discretion. You've brought your husband to such a state of arousal; at the very least, attend to his needs and bring him release before we depart."

"To hold back such urgency must be most uncomfortable…"

Lily shyly stuck out her little tongue. Luis, a lascivious grin spreading across his face, transformed into an adoring spouse and professed, "It is quite alright, my dear!"

"Mother, we are accustomed to this. We have ample time and face no particular hurry. Furthermore, Lily is also quite moist, so your concerns are quite unnecessary."

"Very well, very well, then make haste with your preparations."

Had this scenario unfolded previously, Ruth might have harbored anxieties. However, with her son-in-law's desires now also finding an outlet upon her own person, she naturally refrained from allowing her imagination to run amok.