Urban Seduction: Housewives Club Chapter 2145 - 466: Come Home Often 1

Wang Yue and Wang Xin’er matched each other with simultaneous nodes.

"Listen closely," Xue Yan continued, her gaze lingering on the pair. "There exist only two fleeting moments in a person's existence where true serenity is found. The first is as a fetus tucked within the womb, and the second is the innocence of a newborn. As your years accumulate, the world’s burdens only grow heavier. Once fully matured, peace is a forgotten memory—only relentless pressure remains."

"Since both of you have attained adulthood, why not reclaim that sense of absolute, unburdened tranquility before the harsh realities of life truly settle in?"

"Absolutely," the siblings chimed in tandem.

Without needing further encouragement from Xue Yan, the duo lunged into Su Mengyan’s embrace, flanking her on either side.

Although Wang Yue’s power had surged to astronomical levels following his rebirth, his physical stature had barely fluctuated—a mere inch gained at most, leaving him standing slightly over five-foot-seven. Xin’er was even more petite, standing at barely five-foot-three.

Clinging to their mother, who stood at five-foot-nine, seemed natural enough—with the sole exception that Wang Yue had neglected to secure his clothing. His massive member remained exposed, pressing firmly against his mother’s thigh.

As Su Mengyan pulled her children close, her heart swelled with overwhelming maternal affection. Yet, the restless movement of her son’s "third leg" collided with her primal instincts. That profound motherly love began to intermingle with a rising tide of carnal desire, causing her body to react with rhythmic pulses of moisture.

Fortune favored her, as she was a cultivator of the Tianyuan Realm. She utilized a subtle stream of Qi to evaporate the moisture the moment it manifested, ensuring her expensive gown remained perfectly pristine.

Once the three of them had basked in the moment, Xue Yan spoke again. "Why is the embrace of a mother so grounding for an infant? Beyond the safety, there is a fundamental truth: it serves the very first instinct of life—the instinct to feed."

The onlookers nodded. The logic held firm.

"To speak plainly, it is the sensation of breastfeeding," Xue Yan elaborated. "So, to our birthday celebrants: would you like to revisit the memories of your youth?"

While the eyes of Wang Yue and Xin’er brightened, they did not act immediately, opting instead to glance toward their mother first.

Though Wang Yue had shared his mother’s milk previously, engaging in such a display while completely sober in the presence of the entire family was a different endeavor. He harbored doubts about her readiness to embrace such vulnerability.

Su Mengyan proved to be entirely prepared. Catching their expectant gazes, she offered a soft, tender smile,reached behind her to locate the zipper of her gown, and drew it down with a gentle motion. The silk cascaded to the floor.

Having worn nothing beneath, the garment fell away to unveil her magnificent, snow-white globes to the room.

"Incredible beauty," a voice whispered, a sentiment shared by everyone present.

A majority of the women gathered had never before witnessed the splendor of Su Mengyan’s bosom.

Even individuals like Liu Ruoshi and Wang Yalan, who had attended the prior gathering, had been far too intoxicated or overwhelmed to properly observe her.

Seeing them in the clear light of day, they realized her form was truly flawless. Her breasts were sculpted so perfectly that even the women among them felt a sudden, irrepressible urge to touch them.

Wang Yue and Xin’er satisfied that curiosity for them. Each leaned forward, latching onto a nipple and suckling with the hunger of infants.

The experience, however, was not symmetrical. While Xin’er maintained a rhythmic habit, Wang Yue began drawing rich, sweet milk from his mother’s breast. It was not a matter of Xin’er’s inability to suckle; rather, Su Mengyan had chosen to "open the tap" exclusively for her son. The milk served as a unique offering for him, one that her daughter did not partake in.

Wang Yue’s focus shifted quickly from the milk. After savoring a few mouthfuls, he grew restless. His tongue began to trace circles around the sensitive peak, as his hand moved to cup the heavy mound, kneading it with vigor. Xin’er mimicked his motions, teasing the alternate nipple with her tongue while her hand wandered softly over her mother’s skin.

Su Mengyan had already reached a boiling point. The double-attention from her children sent her excitement into the stratosphere.

With her cheeks flushed and an internal fire raging, she subconsciously reached downward, gripping her son’s prominent member against her thigh and initiating a delicate, rhythmic stroke.

Observing the mother and son losing themselves—hand-jobbing and breastfeeding openly before the family—the onlookers could not help but smile, instinctively tightening their own legs.

Even young Jingjing watched in fascination. While she lacked the understanding of why her uncle and aunt were "eating" or why her Grandmother was caressing that daunting anatomy, she sensed they were experiencing profound joy.

Eventually, Xue Yan managed to pull her gaze away from Su Mengyan’s hand moving rhythmically along Wang Yue’s shaft.

"Humanity is plagued by many desires," she remarked. "The urge to protect, the impulse for ownership—these fluctuate based on the individual. Yet, every soul shares three primal instincts." She waited until the room fell silent.

"The first is the hunger I just described. Second is curiosity—the moment we emerge from our infantile state, we strive to comprehend everything about our world. And the third? That emerges alongside puberty: the awakening of sexual desire. Hunger, Knowledge, and Sex. The trifecta of the human experience."

The women watched Xue Yan intensely, attempting to decipher her intent.

"Ordinarily," Xue Yan continued, "the first individual to sate a child’s hunger is the mother. The first to satisfy their early curiosity is equally the mother. That may not be universal, yet for Yue’er, it is the undeniable truth. Therefore..."

"Therefore what?"

The assembly waited with bated breath. Even Wang Yue and Xin’er ceased their "nourishment," and Su Mengyan paused her manual stimulation to observe Xue Yan.

"So, as his mother, Mengyan, given that today marks the day Yue’er truly enters manhood, should you not assist him in satisfying that third major instinct?" Xue Yan asked with a playful grin. "Might as well keep these matters within the family, no?"

"Certainly, why not?" Su Mengyan responded after a brief, vacant second. She consented with ease. To her, whether it involved a hand-job or a blow-job in front of their kin, it was of little consequence.

"One moment, I have not finished," Xue Yan replied, her grin turning mischievous. "A hand-job is a task the lad can perform himself. It surely feels superior coming from his mother, yet it lacks something fundamental. Thus..."

She offered a meaningful wink toward Wang Yue. "And you, my boy—being a son involves more than mere taking. Those three primal instincts are not solely yours; your mother shares them as well. As for this last one... well, Xin’er is a girl, so she is excluded, but you? As her son, should you and your mother not provide satisfaction to one another?"

"Auntie Yan, you mean..." Even Wang Yue was stunned. He had not anticipated her being this bold—proposing he should engage in intercourse with his mother right there in front of the others.

Does Mother desire this as well?

He pivoted his attention to his mother and observed that she appeared just as bewildered, their eyes locking. In that shared moment, both felt an instantaneous surge of electric nervousness and anticipation.

Experiencing his "first time" with his mother in view of his Grandmother and the household offered Wang Yue a unique, forbidden thrill.

Su Mengyan’s reasoning was simpler: so long as her son found fulfillment, nothing else held weight. Additionally, allowing him to penetrate her publicly served as a means of "confirming" their forbidden bond. There would be no further need for concealment or apprehension.

Nevertheless, she anticipated some level of objection.

Naturally, Liu Ruoshi interjected immediately. "That is crossing a line! They are mother and son. If they proceed... that is blatant incest!"

"Mother, your perspective is skewed. It is effectively a massage, perhaps significantly more... internal," Xue Yan laughed. "As long as the objective is not procreation, it does not constitute incest in the traditional sense."

"Preposterous!" Liu Ruoshi retorted, her expression darkening. "By your logic, any man and woman could simply engage!"

"Precisely! If both parties concur, why should they not?" Xue Yan argued audaciously.

"Regarding the mother-son dynamic, that claim is a stretch. If the entry of a son’s member into his mother’s vagina signifies incest, then has every man born naturally not already 'communed' with his mother? In fact, even those born via C-section spent ten months within the womb. That is a deeper union than the vagina could ever achieve."

Liu Ruoshi appeared ready to snap at Xue Yan’s convoluted reasoning. "That is entirely different! The child is a mere infant at birth!"

"Small or large—it is still the same anatomy," Xue Yan countered.

"Why is it acceptable for a small one to traverse the birth canal, yet a larger one doing so is a crime? In my view, for Yue’er to possess such impressive hardware and fail to demonstrate 'filial piety' to his mother would be a grievous waste."

"Logic! Your reasoning is entirely devoid of merit!" Liu Ruoshi barked. "If you had a son with a massive member, would you permit him to possess you as well?"

Su Mengyan remained silent. She reached out to pull on Xue Yan’s arm—her mother-in-law had become so agitated she was losing her restraint. The situation was veering toward catastrophe.

Yet, Xue Yan was a rebel at heart. She ignored Su Mengyan and persisted. "Indubitably. If I had a son like Yue’er, I would certainly not allow such potential to go unused."

She paused, then chuckled. "But, he need not be my own. We are all family here. Keep the benefits within the house, correct? Yue’er is hardly a stranger. Perhaps I might partake in some of that 'light' myself."

"You... you intend to seek him out as well?" Liu Ruoshi’s eyes widened in total disbelief.

"Indeed, what of it?" Xue Yan laughed. "And it is not exclusively me. Ask yourselves—Big Sis, Yuexiang, Xinru—be honest. Observing such a specimen on Yue’er, are you suggesting your hearts did not stir?"

"I despise admitting it, but we are family—playing games is futile. You are correct. I am intrigued as well," a surprising voice chimed in. It was Huang Yuexiang, the strategist of the family.

"Three years of isolation... we truly require some 'nourishment.' And Yan is correct. We lost our partners, and heaven blessed us with Yue’er. Perhaps his massive member was destined as our salvation. If he remains willing, I would welcome the comfort. My sole concern is..."

"Concern regarding what?" Xue Yan inquired.

Huang Yuexiang offered a beautiful, knowing smile. "I worry that with so many of us and only one of him, he will lack the stamina to endure."