Urban Seduction: Housewives Club

Chapter 2152 - 473: Mother and Son Hit Their Stride 1

Gasping raggedly, Su Mengyan writhed under the fresh, relentless onslaught. The intense stimulation surged through her, dragging her body—half-willing, half-compelled—back onto the frantic road toward another peak.

”Mmm... ah... yes... mmm...”

Wang Yue hooked her stocking-clad thighs over his forearms, pinning them wide, allowing his heavy shaft to drive home with every plunge, rhythmically battering her core.

Seeing her engorged breasts swaying wildly with his movements—sending literal waves of flesh rippling across her chest—Wang Yue leaned down, burying his face against her.

He took one breast into his mouth, his teeth grazing her turgid nipple before his tongue traced a slow, agonizing path from the base to the tip.

Su Mengyan was utterly lost in her sonʼs technique. Her arousal was pushed to a fever pitch. Her hands instinctively locked around his waist, her pale, slender legs spreading as far as they could go.

She bucked her hips up again and again, meeting his massive girth halfway, inviting him deeper, desperate to squeeze every last drop of pleasure out of the friction.

”I... ah... ah... oh god!”

With one final, powerful upward thrust of her hips, she went rigid. Her toes, suspended in mid-air, curled sharply inward as a hot flood erupted from deep within her. Wang Yue buried himself to the hilt, savoring the searing rush of her release against the head of his cock.

The two of them cried out in unison, their moans intertwining. For a dozen long seconds, their souls seemed to leave their bodies, untethered in a state of pure physical nirvana.

After a momentʼs breath, Wang Yue went right back to work—merciless, heavy thrusts that showed no pity. He shifted her into a ”doggy style” position, a move he knew drove her wild, pounding into his own mother until her body trembled and her cries turned into a coherent, desperate babble. ”Ah... youʼre... youʼre killing me... mmm... oh!”

A master of the craft, Wang Yue began to grind his hips in a slow, circular motion, using the massive head of his cock to churn against her deepest sensitivity.

The mature, breathtaking Su Mengyan was coming undone. The combination of his sheer size and the agonizingly slow rotation was too much.

Drenched in sweat, her face tossed from side to side, hair flying wild, her breath coming in heavy, jagged hitches.

Her body gave off a heady, aphrodisiac scent as she wailed without shame, ”Oh, oh... no more... put my legs down... ah... I canʼt take it... Youʼre going to break me... please... have mercy on me... just stop!”

Seeing his mother in such a primal, lewd state only drove Wang Yue into a trance. He worked even harder, thrusting as if he intended to punch straight through her.

Su Mengyan was pushed beyond the brink—hair a mess, eyes glazed and hooded, her entire body humming with a pleasure so intense it felt like a physical weight. Sweat and honeyed nectar soaked the sheets beneath them.

”Mom, hold on... letʼs go together! Heh.”

Sensing his own climax was seconds away, Su Mengyan mustered her last bit of strength. She bucked her rounded hips back into his final, frantic sprints, activating her Xuanyin technique to make her inner walls pulse and clamp around his shaft like a thousand tiny mouths.

In a flash of pure synchronized spasm, Su Mengyan locked her arms around his waist, and a scalding torrent of her nectar let go all at once.

The sensation of being clamped by her tight, needy core was too much for Wang Yue; he finally snapped. Ropes of thick, hot seed blasted out, deep into the reaches of his stunning, mature mother.

Finally tasting the sensation of her son filling her up, Su Mengyan was hit by a wave of pleasure so absolute it transcended anything sheʼd ever known.

Her eyes rolled back into her head, and her breath hitched—she literally fainted from the sheer intensity of it.

Wang Yue collapsed onto her soft, fragrant, and slick body, basking in the glow of her incredible curves and her undeniable maternal allure.

After a minute, he began to trace her cherry-red lips with his tongue, moving into a deep, hungry wet kiss. He slipped his tongue into her mouth, hunting for hers and entwining them until the sensation pulled her back to consciousness.

Su Mengyanʼs pale arms lay limp at her sides, letting her son tease and toy with her as he pleased.

He drank the sweetness from her mouth, kissed the hollow of her throat, and worked his way to her earlobes, making audible ”shlicking” sounds as he licked.

Lost in the afterglow, his endless flirting pushed her right back toward the edge. Her breathing turned frantic again, and her hands wandered to his waist, clutching him tight as her body began to writhe like a snake.

Wang Yueʼs mouth drifted downward again, starting with those fragrant, milk-white peaks. He was more than satisfied with her reaction.

He pulled his throbbing, heat-swollen cock—now coated in her milky-white nectar—out of her, and began kissing his way down her body inch by inch.

He moved past her tiny, charming navel and across the smooth expanse of her lower belly until he finally reached the entrance to his motherʼs ”Peach Blossom Spring.”

Her pink folds were slightly flared, revealing the tender red flesh within. Her ”clitoral pearl” was engorged and glistening, standing proud.

Rivulets of her essence flowed slowly from the opening, soaking her thighs and a large patch of the bedsheet.

The depraved sight set Wang Yueʼs heart on fire. He opened his mouth, took the entire pearl between his lips, and began a rapid-fire flicking of his tongue.

It was like a lightning strike. Su Mengyanʼs whole body jolted violently.

A sharp ”Ah!” escaped her as her soul seemed to fly beyond the heavens.

She clamped her legs shut, trapping Wang Yueʼs head firmly between her thighs, as a geyser of her essence sprayed out, coating his mouth in her sweet, fragrant nectar.

Knowing she had spent herself again, Wang Yue slowed his pace. He didnʼt pull away until her shaking legs finally went limp.

He raised his head and let his hands wander over her soft, slippery skin.

The gorgeous woman was a total mess, her eyes half-closed, humming with a continuous, low moan, clearly drowning in the lingering echoes of her climax.

Unable to resist her mature, feminine aura, Wang Yue kissed her lips again while his hands roamed over every inch of her curves.

Slowly, Su Mengyan drifted back to reality. She heard him whisper in her ear, ”Mom, did that feel good?” Without waiting for an answer, he took her earlobe into his mouth, teasing it gently.

Still lost in the haze, Su Mengyan seemed to have abandoned all logic. She opened her hooded eyes, giving him a look that was half-bashful, half-hungry. She let out a soft, delicate ”mm-hmm,” hooked her arms around his neck, and quietly gave herself over to his touch.