Urban Seduction: Housewives Club Chapter 2197 - 518: A Mother Listens to Her Daughter’s Ecstasy 4

A powerful suction emanated from his exquisite cousin’s cervix, drawing Wang Yue deeper. He fought to suppress the overwhelming urge to climax, his hips maintaining their relentless pace. Every thrust met the yielding fullness of Cancan’s core, while his hands were actively engaged, caressing and grasping her substantial breasts.

"Ah... your big cock... it’s all the way inside me... ah... faster... faster... more..." Cancan’s voice dissolved into a series of incoherent moans that filled the room. Her pale skin glistened with sweat, exuding an incredibly alluring and depraved aura.

Wang Yue’s hips continued their unyielding rhythm, his pelvis striking her soft, ample posterior with a steady, percussive beat. Within the heat of her body, his member moved with blurring speed, delivering a relentless barrage of thrusts.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!" With a final, desperate cry, Cancan’s inner muscles clenched convulsively. A gush of hot, slick fluid erupted, and her entire form stiffened before slumping onto the mattress.

Wang Yue was also nearing his limit. He intensified his assault. "Wifey... I'm about to... ah... ah..." After a last flurry of deep thrusts into her spasming core, a sharp ache registered in his lower back. With one final, powerful surge, a flood of potent male essence burst forth, delivered directly into the depths of the mature beauty’s womb.

The searing sensation of his hot seed sent a final wave of tremors through Cancan’s core. Her body relaxed, and she slumped forward onto the bed.

Wang Yue collapsed atop her, his weight settling onto her smooth, porcelain back. His hardness remained embedded within her as they shared the lingering, pulsating aftermath.

After a brief respite, Cancan’s playful spirit reawakened. She subtly circulated her Qi, her internal muscles rhythmically embracing Wang Yue’s length. "Baby brother," she whispered, "keep going. My flower is starting to yearn again!"

"You got it," Wang Yue agreed. However, he withdrew and sat up. "Let's change positions, Sis. Roll over—I want to look into your eyes while I take you!"

Cancan turned her head, her gaze meeting his with a hint of confusion. "But you love taking me from behind, don't you? You get to fuck me and play with my ass simultaneously. Are you telling me you're tired of my ass already?"

Wang Yue offered a lascivious grin. "Your ass is magnificent, Sis. How could I ever tire of it? I simply wish to witness that provocative expression on your face as you're claimed by your own brother."

"Hmph! You little scamp. I am not provocative," she retorted with a playful pout. "It’s entirely your fault for possessing such a magnificent tool. You’ve transformed your own sister into a complete sensualist."

Despite her playful protest, she obediently shifted onto her back.

She parted her long, graceful legs wide, using her hands to draw back her labia, revealing her swollen, crimson entrance, still tender from being stretched so profoundly.

"Yes, yes, it’s all my fault," Wang Yue chuckled, positioning himself between her legs. He guided his rigid length back into her slick heat. Lifting her long, straight legs, he draped them over his shoulders and commenced a rapid-fire rhythm.

Cancan tilted her head slightly, her moans escaping in short, sharp gasps. "That’s… that’s not it… it’s because… your cock is so… irresistible… that’s why I adore you… oh, harder! Fuck me! I love you so much… and I cherish your cock… it feels divine within me… only you… make me feel… truly womanly… this is breathtaking…"

Wang Yue had received many compliments before, but hearing them from her always ignited a fresh spark of exhilaration within him. He poured his strength into it, his hips moving in powerful, sweeping arcs that left his spirited cousin crying out in ecstasy.

While those two were lost in their private world of pleasure, Su Nuanyue endured torment in the adjacent room.

The sounds of rhythmic impact and her daughter’s continuous, high-pitched cries were sheer agony. Nuanyue felt as if she were consumed by an inferno.

As moments ticked by, her desire intensified, escalating into a heavy, overwhelming need that left the space between her thighs completely saturated.

What amplified her suffering was the immobility. She burned with an desperate yearning, yet she was utterly incapable of moving even a finger to alleviate her own torment. She couldn't clench her legs or use her hands to find even a sliver of relief.

The mental anguish was driving her to distraction, yet she couldn't cease listening. She found herself fixated on her daughter’s words—wondering about the true size of his endowment and whether it truly felt as heavenly as Cancan’s cries implied.

When Cancan suddenly addressed Wang Yue as "Daddy," Nuanyue experienced a jolt of both shame and intense arousal. The thrill was so piercing that she nearly reached her own peak at that very instant.

Regrettably, the "Daddy/Daughter" roleplay was fleeting. Without the sustained stimulation, Nuanyue’s impending climax faltered, leaving her with a profound sense of frustration and aching need.

The pair continued their activities until the early morning hours, finally finding a lull.

Yet, sleep offered no solace to Su Nuanyue. The agonizing cries of her daughter, coupled with the wet, slapping sounds, and the squelching friction—a noise that vividly conveyed the extent of her daughter's core being pleasured—replayed relentlessly in her mind.

This final sound ignited a surge of envy within her, bordering on sheer madness.

She imagined the pleasure, if his member produced such sounds within her daughter, must be unimaginable.

A wild, desperate notion took hold: 'If only I could experience that sensation, even once, I wouldn't mind perishing the very next second.'

Under the persistent influence of Wang Yue’s Qi, her state of intense arousal lingered until dawn. Instead of subsiding, the burning sensation intensified, pushing her precariously close to a complete mental collapse.

As the sun began its ascent, Nuanyue felt a sudden surge within her being. Her physical strength returned, the paralyzing effects finally receding.

Her immediate action was to reach inside her panties, her fingers desperately seeking the focal point of the torment that had plagued her throughout the night. Never in her life had she felt such profound desperation.

However, just as her fingers grazed her labia, Cancan's voice echoed from the hallway. "Mom? Are you awake yet?"

Nuanyue startled, instantly retracting her hand.

As her daughter pushed the door open and entered, Nuanyue was overcome by an uncharacteristic wave of resentment. 'You've been indulging all night; can't you grant me five solitary minutes? How utterly unfilial!'

Cancan approached the bedside with a secretive, low-toned smirk. "Mom, get up. I have something to show you. I promise you'll adore it."

"I'm not going anywhere," Nuanyue retorted sharply, her voice strained. "Go on, wash yourself and prepare breakfast." Her sole desire was for her daughter to leave so she could finally find some relief and extinguish the fire raging through her veins.

But Cancan had anticipated her predicament precisely and was not about to let her escape. Without a word, she grasped Nuanyue's arm and pulled her upright. "Breakfast can wait. Come and see this first."

Unable to prevail in the tug-of-war and fearing her daughter might discover the state of her undergarments if the struggle continued, Nuanyue resigned herself. She donned a dress and followed Cancan out of the room.