Urban Seduction: Housewives Club Chapter 1911 - 240: Passion in the Studio 3

Wang Yaruo remained perched on her brother’s back, her petite, delicate vagina working rapidly to manipulate his massive penis. The pleasure was so intense that she felt a deep reluctance to pull away.

However, she had always been a dutiful child. Noticing her mother’s current unusual state, she realized the woman desperately required the solace that only her brother’s penis could offer.

Consequently, she drove herself down onto him a few more times, ensuring his penis provided thorough stimulation before she finally, hesitantly, stood up.

A faint "pop" echoed as the large head of his penis slipped out of her tender vagina, trailing a thick, glistening stream of lubrication behind it.

Wang Yue rose immediately to reposition his mother’s alluring body. He guided her to kneel upon the stage, facing the "father" seated in the audience. After pulling up her long skirt, he knelt behind her and rested his palms against her pale, rounded buttocks.

Instead of an immediate insertion, he looked toward Wang Yaruo and remarked, "Little sister, why don't you help us demonstrate our filial devotion to our mother?"

"I will," Wang Yaruo replied with a cheerful nod. Squatting beside her brother, she grasped his penis—which was still slick with her own fluids—and steered the head toward her mother’s drenched vagina.

Wang Yue began to thrust his hips forward, gradually sliding the broad head of his penis into Xue Yan’s smooth, sensitive vagina.

"Mmm..." The overwhelming weight of shame and internal conflict heightened Xue Yan’s sensitivity. Even this cautious entry forced soft, involuntary moans from her lips.

Xue Yan’s vagina was the very first one Wang Yue had ever explored; his familiarity with it was absolute. He pushed forward with ease until his entire penis was buried deep within her.

"Mom, does this feel good?" Wang Yue questioned, savoring the tight, clinging sensation of her vagina gripping his penis.

In a normal situation, Xue Yan would have been crying out in pleasure, begging for more forceful thrusts. Now, however, she bit her lip firmly, refusing to grant him an answer while struggling to remain silent.

Wang Yue was in no rush. He initiated a slow, rhythmic movement, withdrawing until only half his penis remained before plunging back in, ensuring the tip reached deep into her uterus every time.

The tempo remained agonizingly sluggish, with each full stroke lasting five or six seconds.

Given the sheer size of Wang Yue’s penis and the depth of his thrusts, any woman unaccustomed to him would have been driven to multiple climaxes even at this pace.

But Xue Yan was well-acquainted with his girth and the sensation of him hitting her uterus; she was used to his typical, ferocious power.

This leisurely speed failed to satisfy her; instead, it created a mounting discomfort that caused her buttocks to twitch and sway instinctively.

Yet, Wang Yue withheld what she craved. Maintaining the slow pace, he signaled to Wang Yaruo. Using his internal Qi, he masked her voice from the audience and whispered a few private instructions to her.

Wang Yaruo nodded understandingly. She approached her mother and sat down, spreading her legs and pulling her underwear to the side. Pointing at her own tender vagina, she said, "Mom, I’m feeling very restless too. Can you help me?"

This request offered Xue Yan a small reprieve from her humiliation; at least she could look away and avoid Wang Jing’s piercing stare.

She reached out at once, touching her daughter's soft vagina and using her fingers to lightly stroke the clitoris, labia, and the opening.

"Mom, tell me about your history with Dad," Wang Yaruo requested, enjoying her mother’s touch while following her brother's plan.

"There isn't much to tell," Xue Yan answered, her voice tinged with resistance. She was currently being taken by Wang Jing’s own son; the thought of discussing her past with the father felt impossible.

"Please, Mom, just a little bit," Wang Yaruo urged coaxingly.

Unable to deny her daughter, Xue Yan finally relented. "Fine, what is it you want to hear?"

"Tell me about how you and Dad first met," Wang Yaruo prompted.

"It happened at a dance; we..." Xue Yan started, the memories resurfacing as she began the tale.

Recounting her history with Wang Jing while his son’s penis moved inside her triggered a bizarre sensation in Xue Yan—a volatile cocktail of profound shame and an inexplicable, soaring excitement.

Wang Yue appeared captivated by the scene; without realizing it, he began to accelerate his movements. Though not yet at full speed, the rhythm was far more satisfying than before.

As her comfort grew, Xue Yan became increasingly vocal. She began answering her daughter’s inquiries without hesitation, even as the questions turned toward more intimate matters.

Eventually, Wang Yaruo asked pointedly, "Mom, tell me about Dad’s penis. Is it larger than Brother’s?"

"Of course not; it’s barely half the size of your brother’s," Xue Yan answered, her inhibitions completely faded.

"Then, do you prefer being penetrated by Dad or by Brother?" Wang Yaruo followed up instantly.

"By Brother, obviously..." Xue Yan blurted out the truth before she could catch herself.

Wang Yaruo flashed a devious grin and suddenly shifted her position, forcing her mother’s eyes to meet her father’s once more.

She shouted toward the seats, "Dad, did you catch that? Mom says Brother’s penis is much bigger and feels better. Don't worry, though—Brother will use his big penis to ensure Mom is the happiest woman alive!"

Xue Yan realized too late that her own children had trapped her, and regret was now useless.

Suddenly, Wang Yue halted his rhythm and pulled his penis out. He began to merely rub the head against her sensitive opening, barely entering the shallowest part with teasing, gentle motions. He whispered, "Mom, tell Dad how happy you are right now."

Xue Yan gazed up at the silhouette of Wang Jing. Her eyes were filled with a complex storm of emotions, but she remained silent.

Wang Yue continued to torment her vagina with the head of his penis, chuckling as he said, "Just say it, Mom. The moment you do, I’ll slide all the way back in and give you exactly what you want!"

Xue Yan felt like she was losing her mind under the torture. The slow, deep strokes from earlier had already set her desire ablaze.

Now, while the friction of his penis provided some sensation, it was like trying to scratch an itch through a thick layer of fabric—it provided no relief, only making the internal craving more unbearable.