Urban Seduction: Housewives Club Chapter 2146 - 467: Come Home Often 2

At this juncture, Su Mengyan ceased utilizing her Qi to maintain her 'purity.' She surrendered to her natural instincts, allowing her feminine juices to flow unrestrained, which rapidly saturated her panties until they became translucent. The sight of that remarkably plump 'steamed bun' pussy through the dampened fabric was utterly mesmerizing and impossible to ignore.

'Go ahead, my son. Do it,' Su Mengyan urged with a decisive nod, having adjusted herself into the perfect position.

Wang Yue moved closer without hesitation. He gripped his shaft, sliding it against her crotch through the thin material several times before hooking a finger into the waistband to flick the silk away.

In a mere instant, Su Mengyan’s fabled 'White Tiger'—the quintessential gold standard of steamed buns—was completely revealed.

While those who had witnessed it previously were unsurprised, the first-timers were utterly stunned. Everyone was aware of Wang Yue’s preference for that particular anatomy, but the fact that his own mother possessed the ultimate version felt like a surreal twist of fate, as if she had been fashioned specifically for his pleasure.

At that precise moment, everyone gathered—with the lone exception of the bewildered little Jingjing—experienced a surge of shared intensity. They burned with the desire to see Wang Yue plant his cock deep within the home it was destined for. They desperately wanted to witness him possess his own biological mother right before their eyes.

Wang Yue did not delay. He pressed the massive crown of his manhood firmly against her entrance. Locking eyes with her, he murmured, 'Mom, I am entering now.'

'Mmhmm,' she whispered, nodding gently.

This was the pinnacle they had both craved, and it was finally coming to fruition.

With a sense of reverence, Wang Yue pushed forward. Utilizing her natural lubrication, he slowly forced the monumental head deep into his mother’s exquisite folds. As he breached her, a colossal wave of physical and emotional fulfillment crashed over them both.

The outside world vanished. In their consciousness, only the two of them existed.

'My darling boy... keep going, slide it all the way in. Claim your mama. Let me be your woman,' Su Mengyan professed, her voice thick with pure affection.

Wang Yue emitted a low, rumbling groan. His cock, previously moving with caution, accelerated suddenly, burying nearly three-quarters of its length inside her in one decisive motion.

It wasn’t entirely planned. As the head reached the midway point, he realized her pussy had effectively 'awakened.' Layer after layer of intimate, supple muscles constricted around his shaft, suctioning him inward with an intensity he could barely withstand.

He recalled his mother’s unique 'talent.' While it felt divine, he grew concerned—if she continued to milk his shaft with such vigor, he would reach his climax almost instantly. He would be satisfied, certainly, but his mother deserved more.

He realized his worries were misplaced. Once his massive size fully occupied her and the head was pinned against her cervix, that ravenous pulling sensation settled into a steady, rhythmic thrumming.

The internal muscles continued to squirm around him—a sensation far superior to any other woman—but it remained controlled enough to prevent an early finish.

This was Su Mengyan's first true encounter of this kind. Aside from the natural act of childbirth, her canal had never endured such profound stretching. Being filled to the limit by her son’s massive form brought a mixture of deep, aching fullness and the slightest sting of pleasure.

She, however, relished it. It was the sensation of being completely conquered by her own son.

'Mom, begin your technique. Let us see how well you can handle the depth,' Wang Yue suggested, granting her a moment to acclimate.

She nodded, focusing her attention on her internal Qi.

Xue Yan took this moment to interject loudly. 'Hey Yue’er! Sixteen years ago, you departed through this very gate. Now, you have finally returned to your roots. Tell us, how does it feel to be home?'

'It is... truly incredible,' Wang Yue confessed from the bottom of his heart.

'Well, since it is so wonderful, make sure you visit home often, understood?' Xue Yan teased.

Wang Yue allowed himself a smirk. He hadn't even reached the 'inner sanctuary' yet. Because this was her first time, he exercised caution and paused at her 'flower heart,' choosing not to plunge deeper just yet.

However, Auntie Yan’s words rang true—he would definitely be 'visiting home' far more frequently. He might even contemplate moving in permanently.

Moments later, their Qi reached a state of perfect synchronicity. Su Mengyan had fully adapted to his size. The minor pain had vanished, yielding to a soul-deep satisfaction that only heightened her 'itch.' She was desperate for the friction that followed.

Wang Yue, determined to be a 'filial' son, could not let his mother suffer. Without needing to be asked, he initiated a slow, rhythmic grind.

'Oh... oh... dear heavens...' Su Mengyan moaned with every single thrust. She had previously believed his external friction was the peak of pleasure, but compared to this? It was incomparable.

As his rock-hard cock slid in and out, she felt as though she were ascending. The sensation of his presence, his sheer girth stretching every inch of her, and the head striking her core, far outclassed anything she had ever experienced.

While the mother and son reveled in their intimacy, another was feeling the disturbance elsewhere.

Miles away in the Mysterious Maiden Palace, Su Mengchen, who sat in deep meditation, suddenly let out a sharp gasp. Her hand instinctively moved to her lower abdomen.

In that flicker, she felt a void that had never been touched suddenly feel... occupied. It was as if something were embedded within her, rhythmically moving, and sending waves of electricity through her entire system.

Su Mengchen had entered the palace at merely nine years old. Since then, she had known nothing but the path of cultivation, pausing only to observe Jinling from afar.

Intimacy was not just an experience she had missed; it was a concept she had never entertained. The palace techniques were crafted to preserve purity and minimize desire. At thirty-six, she was fully matured yet had never encountered a single carnal impulse.

The feeling was so sudden and intense, occurring precisely as she attempted a higher breakthrough, that she feared it was a sign of a 'heart demon' or a mental fracture. Yet, sensing the feeling remained faint, she gritted her teeth, fought to clear her thoughts, and strove to ignore the phantom pleasure.

'Do you see that, Yue’er? Your mother is absolutely loving it! Come now, put some effort into it! Show her your true appreciation!' Xue Yan continued to cheer from the surrounding crowd.

The other women gathered around, watching in fascination as their favorite titan slid in and out of his biological mother. They were captivated. Even Jingjing was intrigued. 'Mommy, that looks like so much fun. Can I do that with Uncle too?'

Tang Yuerou stroked her daughter’s hair with a gentle smile. 'You are still a little too young, my darling. When you are of age. But when Uncle begins 'fucking' Mommy in a moment, you can certainly assist.'

'Are you going to do this with Uncle as well, Mommy?'

'Of course. A specimen like that? What woman wouldn’t crave him?' Tang Yuerou replied, voicing the hidden desire of every woman in the room.

Wang Yue did not need speed; his sheer size accomplished the task. Between the flared head and the pulsing, prominent veins, he was a machine of pure pleasure. Furthermore, the psychological thrill of being her cherished son made the experience absolute for Su Mengyan.

After only a few hundred deep, measured thrusts, Su Mengyan reached her limit. Her frame was seized by violent tremors as her pussy clamped around him like a desperate vice. Her cervix practically dilated to embrace the head of his cock. A moment later, a torrential flood of ecstasy erupted from her, drenching his scorching tip.

With the combination of her suction, her latch, and the sudden release of nectar, Wang Yue let out a muffled roar. His shaft surged, and a jet of boiling seed erupted from him.

At that exact moment, Xue Yan reached out and firmly grasped the base of his cock, yanking it from his mother’s body just as he began his first climax.

Su Mengyan, who had been denied the final moment of feeling her son fill her completely, shot a look of raw, resentful frustration at Xue Yan.

Wang Yue looked toward Auntie Yan, utterly bewildered. What was the purpose of that intervention?