Urban Seduction: Housewives Club

Chapter 2156 - 477: Primal Yin Extends the Night 2

Su Mengyan surrendered to the lingering, tongue-tangled heat between her and her son. Her twin peaks grew more turgid under his touch as she kissed him in a daze, using her delicate hands to prop her body up, arching higher and higher.

Wang Yue wasnʼt just a pro with his mouth and hands; his timing was flawless.

As his hands roamed upward, savoring every inch of the silky smoothness of her breasts, Su Mengyanʼs internal fire burned hotter. By the time his fingers reached the summits to toy ruthlessly with her twin red buds, the stimulation was so sharp she couldnʼt help but cry out.

Wang Yue squeezed a bit harder, sending her moans up an octave. He followed it with a erratic rhythm—sometimes light and teasing, sometimes heavy and dominant—leaving Su Mengyan completely at a loss, caught in a whirlwind of sensation.

Under his kneading, her moans rose and fell, every sound laced with an unimaginable, wavering lust. The fire inside her crashed against her walls, burning hotter with every passing second.

Those ”magic hands” finally melted what was left of her resistance; she simply couldnʼt take it anymore.

Then, Wang Yueʼs fingers slid slick and gentle into her hidden valley. Feeling the wet, oily heat between her thighs, he pinned her back against the bed and spread her legs wide.

A massive sense of fullness suddenly jammed against her entrance before a scorching-hot ”flood” drove straight to the center of her being.

He buried himself to the hilt in her flower-heart, the heat of the impact making Su Mengyan let out a sharp gasp—she felt stretched to the absolute limit.

Wang Yueʼs monster cock filled every microscopic crack of her narrow channel. Even though sheʼd been primed by his foreplay and was slick as a slide, and even though sheʼd never craved that fullness more than in this exact moment, the sudden violence of the thrust was overwhelming.

The intense tingle, mixed with a sharp sting of being stretched, swallowed her whole. If she hadnʼt already climaxed several times earlier, this single thrust probably wouldʼve made her ”dam” burst on the spot.

Wang Yue stayed buried deep inside her, basking in the tight, sweltering heat of her core.

After gasping for air for a long while, Su Mengyan finally adjusted to the weight of him.

That thick, sturdy rod began to grind and slide within her, friction-burning every inch of her slit until she felt like she was floating in another dimension.

Wave after wave of indescribable pleasure rocked her mind and body, pulling earth-shattering shrieks of joy from her throat.

Wang Yue kept a slow, rhythmic pace. Su Mengyan basked in the infinite beauty her favorite little man was giving her—her face flushed, her brow furrowed in a delicate wince, her lips parted as her eyes fluttered shut. Her expression was a masterpiece of ”pain-meets-pleasure” that no words could truly capture.

She bit her lower lip, her eyes half-lidded, enduring the endless waves of impact. Mindless moans drifted from her mouth—long, trembling vibrations that sounded like a mix of agony and pure, unadulterated bliss.

Her voice was like a song, a literal siren call that kept plucking at the fragile ”strings” of Wang Yueʼs heart. His eyes grew bloodshot, and the fire in his gut turned into an inferno.

He was in a state of hyper-arousal, his movements becoming more violent, more dramatic, giving his own mother the most powerful pounding of her life.

Su Mengyan was panting, drenched in sweat, looking for all the world like she was begging for mercy from the assault—and yet, her body told a different story. She wrapped her legs around his waist like a snake, bucking her hips to meet him, actively inviting the invasion.

Wang Yue flipped her over onto all fours. As soon as she arched that full backside, his cock lunged forward, piercing through her and filling her completely once more. The massive sense of fullness and joy hit her in rhythmic pulses.

Her upper body was slumped against the bed, leaving only her white-jade hips high in the air to meet his thrusts.

She was whispering sweet, lewd things into the pillows, completely surrendering to his conquest.

All her earlier dignity was out the window; now, she only knew how to cater to him, letting her son drag her back up the peak again and again.

”Youʼre... ah... nnh... youʼre hitting it... so deep... oh...”

Wang Yue dialed up the speed and power. The sensation wiped Su Mengyanʼs mind clean. Her body had become purely primal; she shoved her ass back toward him with everything she had. He slammed into her even harder, a sensation so addictive she couldnʼt pull herself out of the trance.

Her face grew darker red—sweet, submissive, and utterly lovable. The electric tingle coming from where they were joined pushed his own lust to a breaking point, making his rhythm even more savage.

Under that soul-melting, bone-deep pleasure, Su Mengyan felt a final, overwhelming wave of sweetness crash over her.

”Ah...!”

With one last cry, her mind went blank. Her boneless, naked frame shivered under him in a beautiful, near-convulsive spasm. Once the shaking stopped, she drifted off into a happy faint.

Wang Yue let out a wry, frustrated laugh. His motherʼs body was so sensitive today that she couldnʼt handle the full force of his ”punishment,” but he had been holding back so much that he couldnʼt actually finish.

If he didnʼt do another round, heʼd have to go find someone else to vent on.

Note to self, he thought, holding back this much is definitely a bad idea.

Helplessly, he channeled another shot of Primal Yin energy into her.

A few moments later, Su Mengyan opened her eyes, looking a bit guilty. Words werenʼt enough now. She was ready to go until the end with him. She reached up and pulled him into a kiss, her lips parting his to tease out his tongue.

With their faces inches apart, their tongues collided and chased each other in a complex, rhythmic dance. The air grew heavy with the sound of their breathing. Wang Yue pulled her sexy frame tight against him, sealing his mouth over hers.

He drank in her sweetness, feeling her soft lips and her floral breath as if for the first time. Soon, his tongue was diving back into the warm, wet depths of her mouth, hunting for her silk-smooth tongue and locking them together.

They swallowed each otherʼs juices like people dying of thirst in a desert. The long, intense kiss was like rain after a drought.

Wang Yue saw sparks behind his eyes, and Su Mengyanʼs body wouldnʼt stop shivering. Her sonʼs invasion brought that familiar mix of pleasure and anticipation. Her tongue swirled with his, the warmth of the kiss feeling cozy yet explosive all at once.

She felt her whole body relax, gradually drifting back into a dream-like state of bliss.

”Ah... ah... mmm...”