Urban Seduction: Housewives Club Chapter 2148 - 469: All Hands on Deck 2

Su Mengyan was pushed to her absolute limit. As her heart thundered against her ribs, she reflexively reached out to grasp her son’s manhood.

The instant her pale, jade-like fingers brushed against it, Wang Yue’s flaccid member surged with vigor, snapping to attention like a heavy steel spring. Any sense of depletion vanished in a heartbeat.

Xue Yan let out a playful giggle, remarking, "See? I told you so. There is truly nothing greater than a mother’s touch to provide strength!"

Su Mengyan realized in a flash that she had been tricked. Her son had orchestrated a prank, likely using the soul-link to coordinate with her daughter. She shot Wang Yue an expression of mock irritation.

"Mengyan was so worried... it seems she really cannot function without her Yue’er’s sturdy implement," Xue Yan teased, her eyes glinting with mischief. "In that case, the rest of the family certainly ought to verify its capabilities for ourselves."

She shifted her gaze toward Liu Ruoshi. "Grandmother, you have served as the foundation of the Wang family. These past three years have demanded so much from you. Now that the family possesses a new, rising pillar of strength, it is only fitting that he offers you some proper filial gratitude!"

"No, the rest of you proceed. I shall merely observe," Liu Ruoshi replied hastily. This was not a coy rejection; she was genuinely struggling to shed her long-held sense of decorum.

As the matriarch, she was long accustomed to maintaining authority. The thought of being ravaged by her own grandson under the collective gaze of the household was a difficult barrier to overcome.

However, the theme tonight was absolute liberation, and the other women were determined not to let her retreat. Led by Xue Yan, the beauties swarmed her. A flurry of hands held the matriarch down, lifting her skirt to expose her shapely, firm thighs and a massive, pale posterior. Between her legs, her intimate flower was already weeping a steady path of nectar.

"Yue’er, do not hesitate! Show your grandmother some true filial piety with that rod of yours!" Xue Yan commanded.

"Mother, I am coming in!" Wang Yue shouted toward his mother. With an excited roar, he surged forward. Ignoring his grandmother’s half-hearted resistance, he drove his iron-hard shaft deep into her mature, aching core, immediately settling into a heavy, relentless cadence.

Although Liu Ruoshi’s mental resistance had been a matter of status, her body betrayed her quickly. Within moments, the raw pleasure elicited by her grandson caused her to cease all struggle. She hooked her legs firmly around his waist, her generous hips arching upward to receive every forceful thrust.

Watching from her seat, Su Mengyan observed her son bringing her mother-in-law to a state of ecstatic delirium. She understood then that his dominance over the women of this house was a certainty.

While this was precisely the outcome she desired, witnessing his member vanish into another woman stirred a fleeting, sharp pang of jealousy. She quickly dismissed the sensation—so long as he found happiness, she was fully committed.

Given that Wang Yue was technically assigned to his mother for the evening, the other women were receiving only a fleeting respite from their yearnings. He poured every measure of his skill into the act, driving his grandmother to a splintering climax and releasing a massive torrent of seed deep within her until she collapsed in a state of blissful unconsciousness.

Without pause, Wang Yue transitioned to Chen Rong. Right there within full view, he pushed himself deep into her core; starved for over a fortnight, she embraced his entry with a desperate gasp.

As Su Mengyan watched her son take one woman after another, noting that his stamina remained perfectly unyielding, she finally found peace. Quietly, she retreated from the garden.

Tonight was, in essence, their wedding night, and as the bride, she felt the need to prepare herself. She looked upon her son’s current romp as the wedding guests reveling before the main event took place.

With Su Mengyan absent, the women cast aside all remaining restraints. The younger ones ceased their pretense of innocence and engaged as fervently as they could. Following the family hierarchy, Wang Yue tended to his aunts, his mother’s sisters, and his sisters-in-law. When he turned his attention to Tang Yuerou, the situation took a curious turn.

Little Wang Jingjing still did not fully grasp the nature of this obsession, though her curiosity was piqued. As Wang Yue moved to approach her mother, the young girl reached out and gripped his stiff member.

"It is so hot and hard... does putting this large thing inside really provide that much pleasure?" she inquired, examining her uncle’s anatomy with naive wonder.

"Naturally, it does," Xin’er chuckled. "However, you are still too delicate to experience it. You must wait until you are fully grown. Still, you may begin by testing1 its power—try it with your lips."

Jingjing, having watched the others take their turns earlier, was eager to participate. She opened her small mouth and managed to accommodate half the head. She sucked briefly before pulling back with a frown. "It is not pleasant at all. It merely makes my mouth feel stretched and uncomfortable."

The women erupted in laughter. Liu Ruoshi teased, "You may lack the taste for it, but your mother is suffering from hunger. Hurry and offer it to her."

Jingjing observed that her mother’s lower region was indeed moist with anticipation. She nodded, guided the rod, and Wang Yue lunged forward, his shaft—now slick with the young girl’s saliva—plunging deep into Tang Yuerou.

The sensation of her daughter’s touch on his member drove Yuerou into a frenzy; she pinned Wang Yue to a chair, riding him rhythmically until he spilled his essence into her.

As the hours passed, the atmosphere grew increasingly decadent. Wang Yue acted as an inexhaustible, primal force. He moved between elders and peers, sisters-in-law to siblings, and sisters to nieces, until every beauty—save for young Jingjing—was filled with his warm essence.

Though one climax was insufficient to sate a fortnight of yearning, it served to appease them. They knew the night was reserved for Su Mengyan. After Wang Yue sated Wang Shanshan, the women gathered to gracefully escort him to his mother’s courtyard before departing.

"Big Brother, have a marvelous wedding night with Mother!" Xin’er called out on behalf of them all. The women offered him gestures of encouragement and support.

Aware that his entire family stood behind his desire to unite with his mother, Wang Yue felt his spirit soar. He gave them a final salute and entered the courtyard.

Su Mengyan had returned some time ago and had changed into a nightgown. Wang Yue remarked that she had donned a pair of stockings, sending his libido into a fresh surge.

"Is everything concluded?" she inquired, regarding him with a cryptic, playful smile.

Wang Yue, uncertain of her thoughts, nodded simply. "It is."

"You satisfied everyone?" she pressed.

"Not entirely. I spared Jingjing," Wang Yue noted, holding onto a final sliver of restriction.

"Jingjing is a child! Were you truly contemplating that?" Su Mengyan teased.

"Contemplating it? Yes. Though I intend to wait several years until she matures," Wang Yue admitted with honesty.

"Qianqian and Shanshan are hardly older. How could you bring yourself to that?" Su Mengyan looked at her son, amazed that she had birthed such a primal creature. He was a predator of every age. Fortunately, he maintained the sense to leave Jingjing alone.

Wang Yue grew nervous. Was she feeling envious? He asked with caution, "Mother... what do you imply?"

"Nothing of consequence. Merely idle chat," she replied breezily.

Upon entering the bedchamber, Wang Yue leaped onto the bed, while Su Mengyan opted for the nearby sofa. Surrounded by the family in the garden, she had been entirely uninhibited. Yet, alone with her son, her shyness rushed back. The trivial conversation was merely a means to dispel the tension.

It was the natural response of a bride. Even though he had been with her previously, the context was entirely altered. Her prior existence had been a facade; this felt like her true wedding night.

She mirrored any nervous bride, save for the fact that her groom was her own biological son—a detail that merely added a layer of forbidden allure to her flush.

She sought excuses to delay. "You exerted yourself so much... perhaps you should rest first," she suggested—a thin pretext.

Wang Yue could not suppress a laugh at her behavior. He hopped off the bed, scooped her into his arms, and returned to the mattress. He guided her small hand toward his member and grinned. "With a mother as exquisite as you, I shall find no rest until I have satisfied my desires."