Urban Seduction: Housewives Club Chapter 2149 - 470: Entering Mother 1

"Oh, stop it! Does that make me a beast as well?" Su Mengyan teased. Even if her son comparing them both to wild animals seemed a bit crude, it sounded like the most delightful thing she could imagine. By instinct, her small hand tightened its grasp around his immense erection.

With that firm squeeze, her slender fingers were met with searing heat and the pulsating, expanding power of his cock. Her heart began to drum rapidly against her ribs, and she began a soft, rhythmic stroking motion.

A few strokes were all it took for the organ to become even more arrogant—stiff as iron, thick, and intimidatingly long. Holding such a rigid mass of flesh sent blood racing to her head; her breathing grew shallow and erratic, her generous chest rising and falling with every quick intake of air.

The head of Wang Yue’s cock was slightly upturned, looking broad and resilient. It was a deep, bruised purple—a sight both menacing and hypnotic.

Su Mengyan could feel it swelling even further in her palm, becoming almost too hot to endure. Her mind began to whirl, her heart lost in a state of frantic agitation. A wave of stifling heat washed across her frame, causing her breath to catch in her throat.

The cock seemed stretched to its absolute limit, with veins standing out like cords before her eyes. Her mouth felt parched. Swallowing with difficulty, she let her hand slide downward, retracting the foreskin to expose the massive, egg-sized head. A faint, musky aroma drifted up, grazing her nostrils.

Wang Yue was not about to remain idle. He slid his hand beneath the waistband of her thin, flesh-toned crystal tights, pressing firmly against her lush, rounded backside.

Su Mengyan let out a soft, quivering moan. The sensation of his hot palm flush against her bare skin sent a torrent of goosebumps rippling across her flesh.

Wang Yue seemed determined to savor the supple, elastic texture of her curves. His fingers roamed over her full cheeks before dipping into the crevice between them, hungry for the "source" hidden in front.

She emitted a sharp cry and clamped her silk-clad legs together, but it was too late—his hand had already breached her heat.

Wherever his "devil’s hand" grazed, an unimaginable surge of fire shot directly to her core. Each touch rendered her body trembling. If merely being touched through layers of clothing felt this volatile, the mature beauty couldn't begin to imagine how shattering the actual act would be.

She was panting heavily, her gasps quickening as her body became hyper-sensitive. She could feel his hunger for her burning like a wildfire, threatening to consume her entirely.

Wang Yue’s fingers began to move vigorously between her thighs. The elegant, stunning Su Mengyan parted her lips, exhaling sweet, hot breaths. Her brow furrowed as a delicious, tingly itch permeated her entire frame. Her strength was rapidly vanishing; she was losing all volition to resist.

The more he pressed on, the weaker she became. Waves of heat crashed against her sense of reason, demanding she surrender to the lust, abandon her defenses, and lose herself to this young man.

"Mom, you are so beautiful," Wang Yue whispered against her ear.

The whisper caused her cheeks to flush deep crimson. He showered her face with quick, light kisses before moving toward his ultimate target: her lips. He leaned in, his kiss completely overwhelming her delicate mouth.

Between that wordless, heated kiss and his wandering hands, Su Mengyan felt herself turning into putty. She was utterly limp, devoid of any resistance.

Wang Yue pressed his lips firmly against hers, breathing hard. His tongue traced her teeth, scouting for a way in, until it finally forced its way past the seam.

Her modest resistance crumbled. Her tongue was drawn in, tangling with his in a deep, desperate embrace—the kind only true lovers share.

Wang Yue let out a low, guttural groan of excitement. He reveled in the sight of his dignified biological mother appearing so flustered and shy as he forced this kiss upon her. His tongue swirled aggressively within her oral cavity, latching onto her sweet, slick tongue and sucking greedily.

Su Mengyan’s eyes fluttered shut, her long lashes trembling. She couldn't help but part her lips further, tentatively meeting him with her own small tongue.

Wang Yue used the tip of his tongue to graze hers, tracing a lingering circle.

She shut her eyes tight, her brow furrowing as a low sound escaped from the back of her throat. It was no longer a simple, sweet sensation; that sweetness radiated from the tip of her tongue through her entire mouth, leaving every inch of her feeling scorched and buzzing.

Her eyes were glassy and unfocused. Wang Yue’s right hand began to rub the base of her thighs—still encased in those sheer tights—moving upward with deliberate slowness. Her face was a brilliant scarlet, yet her hand persisted in pumping his cock with rhythmic, frantic speed.

Wang Yue’s other hand ducked beneath her loose nightgown, roughly kneading her rounded, sexy backside through the silk of her tights.

Entwined in that profound kiss, Su Mengyan let out sweet, inviting moans that harmonized with the rhythm of his hands. Her own hands were busy now—one stroking his shaft, the other fondling his heavy balls.

Wang Yue reached into the collar of her nightgown, grasping one of her large, perky breasts. She lay back slowly beside him, her chest rising and falling in shallow tremors. He held her tight, his hands roaming over every inch of her.

His hand slid up her torso, pushing her bra aside, allowing her two gorgeous, firm breasts to pop free.

He cupped one, squeezing and rubbing it slowly, savoring the fullness of the "mountain" before pinching the nipple between his thumb and index finger.

"Ah!"

The shock hit her like a bolt of lightning. A tingly, electric current surged from her nipple through her entire nervous system. She turned completely weak, her hand tightening around his cock as she stroked him even more fiercely.

Wang Yue’s other hand remained active. He hiked up the hem of her nightgown, gently caressing her nylon-clad thighs. The smoothness of the material made his hand glide effortlessly.

The warmth of his hand through the stockings gave Su Mengyan a sensation she had never experienced before. She couldn't quite find the words; she only knew she didn't want him to stop—she was absolutely craving the touch.

He felt his way up her thigh, finally stopping at the strip of bare, tender skin between the top of her stockings and her panties. He kneaded the soft flesh, unable to let go, relishing the slick texture of what might have been sweat or her own natural honey.