Urban Seduction: Housewives Club Chapter 1948: 277: The Valiant Mother and Daughter 2

It appeared that the mini-program she mentioned was a tracking tool she had installed alongside a game on Wang Yue’s device. This software granted her remote access to his communication terminal, allowing her to record video footage and transmit it directly to her own hardware.

Once again, he found his personal life compromised by modern technological interference.

Wang Yue sighed with a sense of helplessness. Previously, it had been his two nieces; now, his cousin was employing similar tactics to broadcast his private moments. As a person who had undergone rebirth, he theoretically possessed a perspective far more advanced than those around him.

However, due to the immense amount of time he had spent within that unique special space, his memories of the world had grown hazy. Aside from the individuals he truly cherished and pivotal historical turning points, much of his knowledge had eroded. In certain practical aspects, he was actually less informed than his peers.

As he delved deep into his memories, a sudden realization struck Wang Yue with a chill. He recalled that in two years’ time, a specific organization would announce a breakthrough in remote installation technology. This development would allow programs like Su Jiaojiao’s to be injected into any device simply by knowing the target's communication number.

Su Jiaojiao’s current method wasn't a massive threat, as she required physical access to the device—something he wouldn't normally grant to someone he didn't trust. But the prospect of remote hacking was terrifying. If such a feat were possible, privacy would cease to exist unless one abandoned technology entirely.

The true danger lay in the element of surprise. If he remained oblivious, he would be vulnerable, but being aware of the future allowed him to prepare. He had Yan Fangfei, an unparalleled technical genius, at his side. He could simply have her reinforce his device’s security, making it impenetrable to any hacker.

“Jiaojiao, you’ve actually done me a huge favor. You’ve highlighted a security flaw before it could become a disaster!” Wang Yue exclaimed, leaning in to plant a kiss on Su Jiaojiao’s lovely face. Holding so many secrets meant that a single slip-up could lead to his downfall.

Su Jiaojiao recoiled quickly, her expression one of mock indignation. “Why are you kissing me all of a sudden? Isn't it enough that you’ve already toyed with my mother? Do you have designs on me now too?”

Living among this defiant mother-daughter duo had made Wang Yue more assertive. Instead of backing down, he challenged her, “And what if I do? Would you be willing to give yourself to your cousin?”

Su Jiaojiao gave a casual shrug. “I’d have to consult my mother on that. I’m not sure she’s ready to share her ‘little man’ with anyone else.”

“He’s already right there in front of you—why are you asking for my permission?” Wang Yuyao remarked with a trace of disdain.

“You’ve said it yourself: a woman’s body is a gift for men to enjoy. If you don’t let your cousin have his way with you, some other man eventually will. If you end up with a husband I can't stand, it’ll be a nightmare for me. It’s far better if you stay with your cousin. That way, he’s my nephew, my son-in-law, and occasionally… my own man. It keeps everything much simpler.”

“Can’t I just follow my younger aunt’s example? Stay single and never let a man touch me?” Su Jiaojiao argued.

“If that is your choice, I won't stop you,” Wang Yuyao replied coolly. “Just don't come crying to me when you regret it later.”

“What’s there to regret? Life goes on without sex,” Su Jiaojiao huffed.

“I held that same belief once. When my father was gone for three years, I didn't think it was a big deal,” Wang Yuyao said, her voice suddenly heavy with emotion.

“But then this little brat came along… and I found myself seduced. After he took me a couple of times, I realized I couldn't imagine a life without the pleasure he gives me.”

“My father and my cousin are both men—is there really such a massive difference?” Su Jiaojiao asked, genuinely puzzled.

“The difference is night and day. Your cousin's member is at least double the size of your father's. That feeling of being completely filled… it's beyond words,” Wang Yuyao said, her eyes fluttering shut as she reminisced.

“And because he is my nephew, there’s more than just the physical sensation. There’s the intoxicating thrill of this forbidden, incestuous bond… It’s a temptation I simply cannot fight.”

Wang Yue listened, stunned by her candor.

Even among the other women he knew, like Yan’s mother or his other aunts who had discussed intimacy with their daughters, they only truly lost their inhibitions during the height of passion. In normal conversation, they remained somewhat reserved about their relationship with him.

Yet his eldest aunt was sitting there, describing the mechanics of their sex life to her daughter and openly admitting her lust for the taboo nature of their affair.

Wang Yue could only marvel: She was truly a bold, extraordinary woman who lived without shame or hesitation.

“Is it really just pleasure? Doesn't something that big cause pain?” Su Jiaojiao asked, a hint of curiosity and envy in her voice.

Wang Yuyao laughed playfully. “Why don’t you find out for yourself?”

Though tempted, Su Jiaojiao felt a lingering fear. “Maybe another time. I want to observe a bit more first.”

“You little voyeur, do you really get a kick out of watching your mother like this?” Wang Yuyao teased.

“It’s not like it’s a stranger. Since I’ll be in your position eventually, I’m just getting some practical education,” Su Jiaojiao laughed, suddenly taking charge like a film director.

“Mom, lay back on the sofa and open your legs wide. Let him take you from the front so I can get a clear view of everything.”

Wang Yuyao showed no hesitation at the prospect of being watched; if anything, her daughter’s presence seemed to heighten her arousal.

She reclined on the sofa as instructed, propping her heels up and spreading herself wide, displaying her mature, inviting entrance to both her nephew and her daughter.

“Yue, come here. Show your cousin exactly how you satisfy your aunt.”

Wang Yue rose and moved between her legs. Kneeling down, he positioned his thick member against her entrance, poised to dive in.

“Hold on!” Su Jiaojiao interjected. She leaned forward, sliding a slender finger into her mother’s slick, wet heat.

“It’s wetter than usual, but the size seems similar to mine,” Su Jiaojiao whispered to herself. She withdrew her hand and nodded. “Alright, cousin, go ahead.”

Wang Yue lunged forward, his girth sliding halfway into his aunt’s depths instantly. With a second powerful thrust, he buried himself to the hilt.

“Oh… yes… that’s it…” Wang Yuyao let out a long, trembling moan.

“Wow, that’s incredible!” Su Jiaojiao gasped in awe.

For the past two weeks, she had been quietly researching the mechanics of sex.

She had tried to explore her own virgin body with a finger, but it had been incredibly tight and painful, even resulting in a bit of bleeding. This had led her to believe that the stories of easy pleasure were exaggerated. Yet here she was, watching her cousin’s massive size slide effortlessly in and out of her mother.

She briefly wondered if her mother was just "loose" from childbirth, but her own manual check moments ago confirmed her mother was nearly as tight as she was. Two fingers were a tight fit.

And yet, her cousin’s much larger member was being welcomed without any sign of distress—only pure, unadulterated ecstasy.

At this point, Wang Yue and Wang Yuyao were far beyond caring about Su Jiaojiao’s observations.

Reunited in the flesh, they spiraled into a familiar state of bliss. One was relentless in his assault, the other enthusiastic in her surrender, the wet sounds of their joining echoing through the room.

Watching them, Su Jiaojiao felt a surge of envy. Her hand drifted down to her own untouched crotch, beginning a slow, rhythmic massage.

Ever since her painful attempt at self-exploration that had nicked her hymen, she had been afraid to touch herself. But the atmosphere now changed everything. It wasn't painful; it was an agonizing, wonderful itch that started at her core and radiated through her entire being.

Seeing that her cousin was occupied with her mother, Su Jiaojiao reached out, grabbed his free hand, and guided it between her own thighs.

In the privacy of her home, Su Jiaojiao preferred comfort over modesty. She rarely wore undergarments, and today was no different. She wore only a pair of tiny, high-cut shorts that offered very little coverage to her aching center.