Urban Seduction: Housewives Club Chapter 2147: 468: All Hands on Deck 1

"Since everyone's well-wishes have been accepted, it is only fair to share the bounty. As for the internal 'fill-ups,' you and your mother can manage that at your leisure later," Xue Yan remarked. Throughout, she maintained a firm grip on Wang Yue’s organ, stroking it rhythmically and using his own birth mother’s fluids to provide lubrication, all while aiming the tip toward the cake waiting nearby.

Although Wang Yue’s session was brief, the immense pleasure and heightened excitement of being intimate with his beloved mother caused him to reach his peak quickly. Consequently, his output was truly substantial.

White, viscous ropes of semen erupted from the glans, arching across a distance of several meters to coat the largely untouched cake. Xue Yan did not focus on a single area; instead, she swiveled his staff like a turret, ensuring the seed was distributed uniformly across the entire surface, where it blended into the top layer of frosting.

Only after Wang Yue had finished did Xue Yan let go, a smirk dancing on her lips. "Consider this 'celestial rain'—a shared blessing for everyone. Anyone interested is welcome to sample this unique cake. After all, it stands as the ultimate indicator of Yue’er’s transition into manhood. We should all partake in this achievement."

With those words, she was the first to approach, carve a portion, and savor it, taking care to lick up the fresh essence glistening on the top.

Huang Yuexiang smiled and followed suit, securing a slice for herself. In that moment, it was far more than just sampling a "symbol of maturity." Consuming the cake, now infused with his seed, served as a clear statement of their intent to engage in that intimate dynamic with him.

"Mom, it’s alright. This is merely the starter; we have the entire evening ahead of us," Wang Yue whispered, offering comfort to his slightly contemplative mother. He sent a silent sign of appreciation toward Auntie Yan. She possessed a master’s touch in this game—leveraging the moment to compel his mother to accept his bond with the other women in the household.

Following Huang Yuexiang, Tang Yuerou stepped forward. She was joined one by one by the rest of the women, each blushing intensely as they claimed their slice. Even Liu Ruoshi eventually took a portion, feeding upon the cake coated in her grandson’s essence in front of everyone.

Su Mengyan watched with furrowed brows at first, but her tension quickly dissipated. After having been thoroughly claimed by her son—or mostly so—she found herself hopelessly hooked on the sensation. Liu Ruoshi and the others were mature women who had endured three years of deprivation; their desires were hardly unpredictable.

Yet, one detail remained curious. The more experienced women were understandable, but why were the "virgins" like Wang Yalan and Wang Yaning participating as well?

My son’s appeal must be truly lethal, Su Mengyan thought to herself with pride. Not just his mother, but even his sisters are succumbing to him! She decided not to dwell on the implications. Her decision was final: provided her son possessed the strength, what did it matter if all the women in their family belonged to him? So long as he was satisfied!

Once the cake was consumed, Xue Yan spoke up again. "Today is a double sixteenth birthday. Both of them are entering adulthood; we cannot play favorites. Mengyan, you have satisfied your son’s 'third great desire,' but have you considered how to support your daughter?"

Su Mengyan felt a sudden realization. Observing her yearning daughter, she beamed. "I suppose I must have her brother assist her. Xin’er, are you prepared to undergo this rite of passage with your brother?"

"I am! I love Big Brother. I wish to be with him for eternity!" Xin’er answered without a moment’s hesitation.

Su Mengyan sighed internally. It seemed her daughter had developed feelings for her brother just as profoundly as she had herself. As their mother, she felt compelled to facilitate this. She nodded at her daughter. "Very well. It is your turn."

As Xin’er approached, Su Mengyan promptly lifted her, seating her upon her lap. She guided her daughter’s slender, jade-like legs wide apart, mirroring the way one might assist a small child.

Xin’er lifted her skirt herself. Because her undergarments were already discarded, her delicate, pale mound was displayed perfectly to the assembly.

"Yue’er, approach. Your sister is still 'new' to this, so be gentle," Su Mengyan signaled.

Wang Yue had been intimate with his sister numerous times, but having his mother hold her while he performed the act was entirely novel. The stimulation was intense. He stepped forward, pushing his rigid member against his sister’s seemingly innocent and needy slit, and began to apply pressure.

"Xin’er, the first time may sting slightly. Simply endure it," Su Mengyan whispered in her ear.

"It is fine, Mom. I can manage!" Xin’er replied, locking eyes with her brother. Both caught a flicker of guilt in the other’s gaze. Deceiving their mother caused them some discomfort, but it was the only way to end their concealment. It was a "white lie" that required no one to suffer—it was a necessity.

Wang Yue played his part, moving with forced caution as he inched into his sister’s familiar depths. Once the crown had entered, he gave a deliberate, sharp thrust.

Xin’er reciprocated with a stifled groan, a pained look flitting across her beautiful features. Simultaneously, a thin trail of blood escaped, coating his shaft as it slid inward—producing a bit of "maiden’s blood" was trivial for a master manipulator like her.

"Xin’er, is it overwhelming? If the pain is too much, tell your brother to stop," Su Mengyan inquired, her heart aching for her daughter.

Xin’er shook her head. "No, it stings, but I can withstand it."

Su Mengyan remembered Xue Yan’s claim that the Cultivation technique enhanced pleasure when performed during the act. Having experienced it herself, she knew it held truth. "Xin’er, quick, circulate your Qi! It will alleviate the pain!"

In reality, no prompt was needed. Once one had engaged in dual-Cultivation with Wang Yue, the technique activated automatically upon penetration. Regardless, Xin’er put on a show of initiating it, then beamed. "Mom, you are right! It feels fluid now, and the pain has faded… it just feels… strangely restless."

Su Mengyan, having just been in that position, fully understood. "Yue’er, proceed. Continue."

Wang Yue immediately began to move. Usually, when with his sister, he would drive deep toward the cervix, but to avoid raising his mother’s suspicions, he restrained himself, only utilizing a portion of his length to drift in and out.

"Mom, it feels so exquisite… I feel as if I am ascending! Why does it feel this way?" Xin’er asked, masking truth within her act. Even without his usual depth, she had been 'starving' for over two weeks. Having her brother’s substantial presence filling her was pure ecstasy.

"That is the beauty of womanhood. Simply embrace it," Su Mengyan encouraged, her spirits rising as she witnessed her daughter’s joy. She felt confident in her choice.

Looking down, she watched her son’s powerful form sliding in and out of her daughter while she moaned in delight. A curious sense of "wholesome" warmth occupied Su Mengyan’s heart—as if this were the portrait of a truly harmonious family. Deep down, she began to wonder: What level of transcendent happiness would occur if my daughter and I both held him at once?

A 'parched' Xin’er was remarkably sensitive. After only a few hundred strokes, she was shuddering at the threshold of a climax. This time, Xue Yan did not meddle. She simply allowed Wang Yue to release a heavy amount of seed deep into his sister’s core.

Watching her son’s organ pulse as it emptied inside her daughter, accompanied by her daughter’s shriek of delight, Su Mengyan felt a flicker of envy. The next time, she promised herself, she would ensure he left as much inside her!

As the climax subsided and the siblings disengaged, Xin’er suddenly reached out and grasped her brother’s now-limp member. She gasped, "Oh no! Big Brother’s tool will not rise again!"

Su Mengyan’s heart missed a beat. She looked down to see Xin’er stroking the shaft, but it remained unresponsive. She had witnessed his stamina previously—typically, he could recover immediately after finishing. But today, after only two rounds, he was exhausted?

She could not help but wonder: Had the adrenaline of finally being with his mother and sister for 'real' pushed him past his limit? Had he drained his Qi reserves?

Panic took root. Su Mengyan asked helplessly, "What must we do?"

"Why do you not attempt it?" Xue Yan suggested from nearby. "Lend him a bit of 'Mother’s Strength.'"