Urban Seduction: Housewives Club

Chapter 2154 - 475: Mother and Son Hit Their Stride 3

Su Mengyan had always been ticklish, and now, drifting in the hazy afterglow of multiple orgasms, her skin was hypersensitive.

Wang Yueʼs relentless licking had already left her trembling, but this latest swipe across her sole sent an indescribable jolt of electric itching through her entire nervous system. Her body bucked in a sharp spasm as she panted for air, nearly losing control of her bladder.

”Mmm... itʼs... too much... stop... haha... it tickles! Mmph...”

Seeing his mother react so violently only fueled Wang Yueʼs fire. He didnʼt slow down; instead, he began to suck and swirl his tongue around each of her jade-white toes, while his free hand wandered up the sensitive skin of her inner thighs.

Su Mengyan stood no chance against such high-level foreplay. Her brain felt like it had short-circuited, her mind drifting into the stratosphere, leaving only her physical self behind to chase the most primal of desires.

He worked his way back up from her smooth feet, licking a trail of fire up her calves and onto her thighs. Su Mengyan was vibrating with every touch, her voice a continuous stream of lewd whimpers as she finally sank into a bottomless pit of lust.

Unable to contain his own burning need any longer, Wang Yue lifted his motherʼs hips. He pinned one hand against her snow-white, high-arched backside and gripped his throbbing, engorged rod with the other.

He slowly traced the tip along her soaking-wet folds and the crease of her seat, occasionally teasing the very edge of her rosebud as if he were about to drive inside.

After so many peaks, having that steaming-hot iron rod roaming around her most private areas—occasionally prodding her back door—left Su Mengyan flushed with a mix of intense shame and a desperate, hollow ache. It was a physical void so deep it made her want to cry out.

Wang Yue knew the fruit was ripe for the picking. He lined up his soaking cock with her entrance and, with a wet squelch, buried himself deep inside her lush, slick heat.

The sudden, overwhelming sense of fullness made the mature beauty gasp, her breath hitching as her soul practically left her body.

”Ah... ah...!” she cried out, her voice dripping with a mix of absolute satisfaction and pure, unadulterated relief.

He stayed there for a moment, savoring the tight, sweltering grip of her walls. He didnʼt start pumping immediately; instead, he brushed her dark hair aside and collapsed onto her back, kissing and licking the elegant curve of her neck.

His left hand slid under her arm to knead one of her firm, swollen breasts, while his right hand reached down to her entrance, his index finger teasing that glistening pink pearl.

Under this triple-threat assault, Su Mengyan felt a deep, buzzing itch start to bloom from within her core. Her waist began to roll instinctively, her hips swaying in a gentle, rhythmic invitation as mindless moans escaped her lips.

Wang Yue gave a slight thrust, feeling her inner lining clamp down on the head of his cock. God! She felt tighter and more pressurized than a virgin.

”Ow!” Su Mengyan hissed, her brow furrowing as her bedroom eyes went wide. She bit her lip, her expression looking almost pained from the intensity of the stretch.

Wang Yue froze, propping himself up on one elbow. He used his free hand to roll the ”cherry” atop her pale breast while his mouth captured hers, sucking on her tongue to help her relax into the sensation.

”Mmm... nnh... eeya... eeya...” After a moment, her moans turned soul-shaking again. Her slender hands, which were gripping his glutes, began to squeeze and release in a rhythmic trance. ”You devil... move slowly... but donʼt go too deep... I canʼt... I canʼt take it...”

”I got you, Mom. I know,” Wang Yue panted.

He slowly pulled back until he was nearly out, then drove forward until he hit her cervix, giving his hips a hard, grinding swirl to make the head of his cock churn against her deepest spot.

The sounds Su Mengyan made were simple but possessed a dark, magical power, ”Ah... you... nnh... ah... ah... oh... ugh... ah!”

Once they found their rhythm, Wang Yue began to pick up the pace.

Because his mother was naturally built with such a shallow, tight channel—even though she was incredibly wet—it was hard to go at full ”jackhammer” speed without hitting her limits.

High on lust, Su Mengyanʼs pale arms let go of his waist to grip the bedsheets on either side.

”Eeya... eeya... mmph... yes... yes... oh god... ah... too deep... again...”

She lost herself completely, her voice breaking into jagged, low gasps: ”Nnh... it feels... so good... eeya... Iʼm going... Iʼm gonna leak... again... eeya! Mmmph!”

Every time she climaxed, it sent Wang Yue into a frenzy. Her inner walls and her cervix would vibrate in high-frequency spasms, sending wave after wave of thick nectar gushing over the head of his cock.

The sensation was so intense, so electric, that if it werenʼt for his superhuman stamina, he would have surrendered and blown his load long ago.

Su Mengyan was crumbling under his rhythm. Her head tossed from side to side, her gorgeous body trembling as her breasts swung wildly. ”Ah... ah... mmm... here it comes... no... stop... nnh... ah...!”

Her cries sounded like a mix of a sob and a song of pure, unbridled joy. Her skin took on a flushed, pale-red glow. Her white hips were arched high, her body twisting and grinding against him, her voice a non-stop soundtrack of satisfaction.

Behind her, Wang Yue—veins popping on his massive rod—kept hammering into her soaking core. Her body was burning up, and she couldnʼt stop the soul-melting whimpers from escaping her throat.

Seeing his mother sprawled out like a pile of wet noodles after her latest release, Wang Yue felt a surge of pride.

He pulled her limp, exhausted body toward him and sat her down, flipping her over so she was straddling his lap with her legs wide. He guided his cock back to that dripping, tender opening and slid home once more.

Wrapping his arms around her firm, bouncy ass, he began a slow, driving push, burying the head of his cock against her ”flower heart” and grinding it there.

The sheer tingle of it hit her like a freight train. Looking so beautiful it was almost painful, Su Mengyan collapsed against his chest again.

She let him do whatever he wanted—thrusting, squeezing, grinding—as her voice drifted into a series of mindless, bone-melting sighs: ”Mmm... donʼt... ah... donʼt touch me there... nnh... ah... gentler... please... mmm...”

After being ravaged by her son, the mature beauty was a total mess. She tried to resist, but she had no strength left.

Between the rhythmic grinding in her depths and the friction of her breasts rubbing against his chest, the waves of pleasure were systematically dismantling her sanity.

Gradually, a strange, new sensation began to bloom from where his fingers and cock were working her. Panic flared in her eyes as she gasped, ”Ah... how is this... ah... no... donʼt...!”