Urban Seduction: Housewives Club Chapter 2151 - 472: Entering Mother 3

Wang Yue grasped his massive member, employing the purple, snake-like head to rub and rotate against his mother’s opening. He teased her until the burning desire became unbearable, and Su Mengyan could not help but yelp, "You... you really enjoy tormenting me, don't you? Just enter already, you little degenerate!"

Witnessing his mother cast aside her dignified persona to plead for his touch brought a smug, lecherous grin to Wang Yue’s face. He slid his arms beneath her pale, inviting legs and delivered a fierce, forward thrust.

With a sodden squelch, the thick, oversized shaft buried itself deep within the slick warmth she had been yearning for, slamming all the way home until it met her cervix.

Su Mengyan exhaled a long, trembling, "Ahhh..." Her senses dissolved into a haze of tingling, numbness, ache, and pure bliss. The intensity was so overwhelming that she felt as if she were drifting toward the heavens.

Her son, endowed with both impressive size and expert technique, had struck her deepest, most sensitive point on the very first collision. Su Mengyan’s long, shapely legs kicked upward toward the ceiling, her toes curling tightly as she surged against him. It appeared almost achingly wonderful.

Her mature, ravenous walls clamped shut around the invading head, layer after layer of tender flesh squeezing and grinding against the intruder. Wang Yue experienced a surge of indescribable ecstasy, prompting him to begin pumping his hips, driving into her with his full force.

Every lunge of that hot, heavy rod reached her innermost core. The ridged rim of the head scraped against the tender walls of her inner canal, sending electric currents throughout her body. Su Mengyan was lost to the ecstasy, her moans shifting into wild, unbridled sounds: "Oh... ngh... mmm..."

The pleasure washed over them like an immense tidal wave. Caught in the heat of the experience, they clung to each other, trading passionate kisses and saliva, allowing their primal impulses to take total command.

Su Mengyan savored the soul-shattering sensation. A warm, vibrating current rose from her depths, rattling her very bones and leaving her gasping for air.

The sheer, unstoppable magnitude of the pleasure caused her pale, rounded hips to buck and pivot frantically against him. She clutched the bedsheets for stability, her face a portrait of pure, unfiltered joy.

Wang Yue, emboldened by his mother’s lewd and breathless responses, hammered away with even greater intensity, utilizing the raw friction to fill the void within this beautiful, lonely woman’s spirit.

Within moments, a fresh wave of pleasure radiated from her core, washing over her frame and propelling her toward the peak. She gasped audibly, her mind turning blank, feeling more fulfilled than she ever had in her entire life.

Wang Yue’s tempo became swifter, more erratic and aggressive.

Su Mengyan, being utterly undone by her own son’s massive cock, appeared caught between a sob and a prayer—vulnerable, beautiful, and wearing a satisfied smirk that rendered her even more captivating.

Despite her soft, mature exterior, her heat was remarkably tight. Wang Yue’s shaft never vacated her core, plunging in and out in a blur, while his mother pivoted her smooth, snowy hips to meet every impact.

Feeling herself stretched to the absolute limit, Su Mengyan wrapped her arms firmly around her son’s back, pressing her soft, heavy breasts against his chest as they moved in unison.

Her ivory body pulsed in time with his rhythm. She skillfully arched her hips, meeting his strikes and crying out in a desperate, sultry wail: "Mmm... oh... slower... it’s... too... deep...!"

Wang Yue remained unyielding. He poured his total weight into every strike, bottoming out with every single motion. He was relentless and swift.

Su Mengyan was a perfectly ripe, desirable prize, and his arrogance grew with every strike.

His hips functioned like a power drill, the head of his cock hammering against her soft core, the wet friction of their skin creating a loud, rhythmic sound. He longed to drive right through her beautiful, soaking-wet body just for the thrill of it.

Su Mengyan’s eyes were hazed with lust. Her muscles spasmed, and a hot spray of nectar erupted from her. When that searing fluid struck his cock, it sent his primal aggression skyrocketing. He altered his maneuvers—grinding her core, employing the "nine shallow, one deep" technique, and adjusting his angles to tease her further.

Unable to endure more, Su Mengyan flipped him over and mounted him. Looking as though she were ignited, she sat upright and began a wild, grinding dance on his lap, her rounded hips bouncing rhythmically. The sound of their wet friction filled the chamber.

Wang Yue sat back and savored the spectacle—his mother’s lethal, perfect form shaking and bouncing upon his cock was pure paradise. He used one hand to knead her swaying breasts and the other to roam over her thighs, waist, and hips, occasionally dipping down to toy with her swollen little bud.

Su Mengyan was driven nearly to madness by the heat. She gripped Wang Yue’s shoulders with a desperate strength, her snowy assets shaking violently. Her mouth hung agape, emitting soul-stirring cries: "Oh... oh god... it’s... killing me... so... deep... ngh... I’m going to... you’re going to break me... I can’t... ah! I’m going again... I’m going to lose it...!"

Having restrained herself for so long, she had become hypersensitive. She could not withstand her son’s brutal tempo. Her body convulsed, her inner walls clamping down and "kissing" the head of his cock. Suddenly, a fresh torrent of fluid erupted, drowning him in bliss. He felt as if his member were being squeezed in a warm, tight embrace. Having reached her peak once more, Su Mengyan collapsed onto him, completely exhausted.

In that moment of climax, the sensation his mother provided was far more intense than any other. Wang Yue sought to test his own limits, so he gritted his teeth and allowed her hot, pulsing heat to squeeze him, refusing to pull away.

With a monumental effort, he managed to hold back his own release, which only caused his desire to burn with more ferocity.

Now that his mother laid still atop him, he could not tolerate the lack of motion. He rolled her back over, pinning her down. He hoisted her flawless legs over his shoulders and shoved a pillow beneath her hips to tilt her dripping entrance upward. Grasping his still-raging cock, he aligned it and forced it all the way home with one massive lunge.

Su Mengyan was still riding the remnants of her climax, but Wang Yue remained unconcerned. While her walls were still fluttering, he launched a brutal, high-speed assault.

God, this is incredible!

The warmth, the moisture, the grip—it all overwhelmed him at once. Combined with the way her muscles continued to dance against him, it felt as though every fiber of his being was finding relief.

He remained buried deep inside her, pausing for a moment just to relish the feeling. Once she finally began to settle, he hoisted her legs even higher and surged into the next wave of his assault.