Urban Seduction: Housewives Club Chapter 1880 - 209: Family Ties and Love 4

With a series of low growls, Wang Yue’s frame shuddered intensely, driving him to escalate the rhythm of his thrusts even more.

Amidst the sounds of their wanton lust, Wang Yue’s thick penis reached its limit; the gates of his ejaculation burst open, and hot semen surged forth violently.

The dense fluid flooded deep into his aunt’s uterus in seemingly endless waves. He only ceased his movements after more than twenty powerful eruptions.

Su Mengqing was swept away by a climax unlike any she had ever known. The relentless and fierce eruptions from her nephew left her so overwhelmed with pleasure that she felt on the verge of fainting. She began to weep softly, her lovely eyes shimmering with tears.

Wang Yue felt a wave of exhaustion wash over him, one even more profound than what he had experienced after his ejaculation in his sister’s vagina earlier that day. His strength faded, and he slumped down onto his aunt’s soft, delicate body.

It took over ten seconds for Wang Yue to gather himself. Gazing at the tearful Su Mengqing, he gave a small smile and asked, "Auntie, how was it? Did you like the surprise I gave you?"

"Of course! You even stopped twice in the middle, and I was almost dying of discomfort," Su Mengqing teased him, though her playful words masked her true, overwhelming emotions.

"But it was all worth it, wasn’t it?" Wang Yue laughed. "Look at you – you actually cried because of me."

"Don’t say that!" Su Mengqing replied, her cheeks flushing crimson. Due to her sister’s circumstances, she had been forced to maintain a strong and independent facade ever since she reached adulthood.

She hadn’t shed a tear since those days, not even when she suffered that major injury recently. Yet now, she had been brought to tears by her own nephew – it was truly humiliating!

Wang Yue said mischievously, "Alright, from now on I’ll be more gentle and won’t make you cry again."

"You little rascal, I just don’t want you to say it, not that I don’t want you to do it," Su Mengqing snapped back. The only reason she couldn’t stop her tears was that the sensation was too incredible – a feeling as addictive as any drug.

"What do you want me to do?" Wang Yue asked, feigning ignorance.

"From now on, you have to make me cry every time. Otherwise, you’re not allowed to leave!" Su Mengqing commanded with a dominant air. "And you must not tell anyone about it."

"You’re sisters after all; what’s wrong with letting them know?" Wang Yue laughed. "If necessary, I’ll make them cry too, and then no one will be able to laugh at you."

"Hmph, what kind of ’skill’ is it to bully us? If you’re that capable, go make your aunt cry too," Su Mengqing challenged.

She had originally intended to influence Wang Yue with subtle hints, but after speaking those words, she found the prospect quite intriguing.

Her older sister, Su Mengyun, was the most influential figure in Jinling – the true queen of the city. It would be a fascinating sight if her sister were also reduced to tears by her nephew.

Wang Yue gave his aunt’s nipple a pinch and laughed, "Why are you acting just like Shan Shan, finding joy in pranking your sister? If my aunt finds out, she’ll deal with you."

"If you can really make her cry, and if she knows it’s your doing, she’ll be grateful to me," Su Mengqing remarked with confidence.

She was certain that no woman could withstand such an intense sensation – not even her regal sister.

Following their brief period of intimacy, Su Mengqing sent Wang Yue on his way.

First, she didn't want to hog him and become the enemy of all the other "sisters" waiting for their turn.

Second, she feared that if he stayed, she wouldn't be able to control her desires for another round.

While being rendered immobile by his exhaustion was thrilling, it would mean she wouldn't be able to enjoy him in the coming days – a trade-off she wasn't willing to make.

Wang Yue did not let his aunt’s consideration go to waste. Excluding Wang Xin, Wang Zhiting, and Wang Jingjing, who were either incapacitated or not yet involved, he visited the rooms of each of his aunt’s daughters, completing his "challenge" in a single sweep.

Furthermore, having developed a taste for high-quality pleasure, he took his time with foreplay for each woman before reaching ejaculation. He also intentionally teased them, holding back their orgasms several times before finally letting them peak.

Consequently, even though he only had one session with each, the entire ordeal lasted through the night.

By the time he discharged over twenty times into Yan Mommy’s uterus and collapsed into her arms, the sun was already rising.

He had saved Yan Mommy for last because she had already climaxed three times the day before; he felt she deserved the extra rest.

In the end, this timing became another reward for Yan Mommy.

Seeing that Wang Yue had finished his "challenge," Xue Yan said softly, "Good boy, you’ve worked hard all night. Rest well here with mom."

Though he felt drained after ejaculating, the exhaustion vanished within moments, and Wang Yue was once again brimming with energy.

However, he truly cherished the feeling of cradling his beautiful woman; he especially loved how his erect penis remained tightly gripped by Yan Mama’s warm, sensual vagina.

Even without movement, the sensation of being completely enveloped by her was a rare and exquisite pleasure.

Thus, he stayed. Embracing Xue Yan from the side, he watched as she hooked a sexy leg over his waist, and the two remained joined together, eyes closed in peace.

At his current height, Wang Yue couldn't provide much physical support for Xue Yan, yet she took great joy in being held by him. The feeling of his penis filling her entirely brought a deep sense of warmth and completion to her soul.

Since her husband’s disappearance three years ago, with the hope of his return fading, Xue Yan believed such joy was gone forever.

Yet here she was, experiencing it again with another man – a man who was her husband’s own flesh and blood.

In the past, she had sacrificed a successful acting career for Wang Yue’s father. Now, she realized she might be willing to give up the father for the son.

This realization filled Xue Yan with delight, but it also terrified her. She had always lied to herself, thinking that her bond with Wang Yue was purely for physical relief and that her heart still belonged to his father.

If she had fallen for Wang Yue emotionally as well as physically, did that make her a wicked woman who had betrayed her own heart?

Sensing the turmoil within Yan Mama, Wang Yue opened his eyes and whispered, "Mom, what’s wrong?"

Xue Yan let out a soft sigh and asked, "Son, do you think I’m a bad woman?"

"How could that be?" Wang Yue replied with sincerity. "Mom, you’re one of the finest women in existence."

"What makes you say that?" Xue Yan asked, confused.

"You excel in every way. You are gentle and kind; you show respect to your mother-in-law, kindness to your peers, and love to the younger generation. For love's sake, you gave up your career and security..."

Wang Yue went on to list her many virtues, concluding, "In my eyes, you aren't a bad woman at all; you're actually incredible."

Xue Yan was touched by his praise, yet she still sighed. "But in the end, I betrayed that love."

"No, there was no betrayal. I know the person you truly loved was always my father," Wang Yue said firmly.

"Good son, I appreciate you saying that, but I can’t deceive myself," Xue Yan sighed once more. "Now, you are even more important to me than your father ever was."

"That’s perfectly natural; I’m your son," Wang Yue laughed.

"We are bound by family ties, which are stronger than mere love. Consider Sister Lan, Sister Ning, and Xiao Ru – they are vital to you, aren't they? The only difference for us is that we share a physical bond on top of those family ties."

Xue Yan reflected on his words and found them to be true. Even as Wang Yue grew more important to her, she still saw him as her son, not with the same romance she felt for her husband. Yet, the passion stemming from this family bond was far more potent and intoxicating than any romantic spark.

Romance often develops from the outside in, triggered by specific moments over time.

Family affection, however, is internal; it is woven into one's very soul from the start. As an innate emotion, its power to influence a person is naturally far greater.