Urban Seduction: Housewives Club Chapter 2152 - 473: Mother and Son Hit Their Stride 1

Su Mengyan gasped for air, her form writhing beneath a relentless, punishing onslaught. The surge of intense stimulation dragged her body—partly willing and partly compelled—back along that frantic path toward yet another peak of pleasure.

"Mmm... ah... yes... mmm..."

Wang Yue hooked her stocking-clad thighs over his forearms, spreading them wide, which allowed him to drive his heavy shaft home with every rhythmic plunge that battered her core.

As he observed her engorged breasts swaying wildly with each movement—causing waves of flesh to ripple across her chest—Wang Yue leaned down and buried his face against her.

Taking one breast into his mouth, he allowed his teeth to graze her turgid nipple before his tongue traced a slow, agonizingly deliberate path from the base all the way to the tip.

Su Mengyan was completely lost in her son’s masterful technique. Her arousal ascended to a fever pitch. Her hands locked around his waist by instinct, while her pale, slender legs parted as widely as they possibly could.

She bucked her hips repeatedly, meeting his massive girth halfway and inviting him deeper, desperate to extract every possible drop of friction-induced pleasure.

"I... ah... ah... oh god!"

With one final, powerful upward thrust, her body went rigid. Her toes, suspended in the air, curled sharply as a hot flood erupted from deep within her. Wang Yue buried himself to the hilt, savoring the searing heat of her release against the head of his cock.

They both cried out in unison, their moans intertwining. For a dozen long seconds, their souls appeared to drift from their bodies, hovering in a state of pure, physical nirvana.

After catching his breath, Wang Yue returned to his work at once—delivering merciless, heavy thrusts that showed no pity. He shifted her into a doggy-style position, a maneuver he knew drove her wild, pounding his own mother until her form trembled and her cries dissolved into a coherent, desperate babble. "Ah... you’re... you’re killing me... mmm... oh!"

Acting as a master of the craft, Wang Yue began to grind his hips in slow, circular motions, using the massive head of his cock to churn against her deepest sensitivity.

The breathtaking Su Mengyan was beginning to unravel. The combination of his sheer size and the agonizingly slow rotation was simply too much.

Drenched in sweat, she tossed her head from side to side with her hair flying wild, her breath coming in heavy, jagged hitches.

Her body radiated a heady, aphrodisiac scent as she wailed without a shred of shame, "Oh, oh... no more... put my legs down... ah... I cannot endure this... you are going to break me... please... have mercy on me... just stop!"

Witnessing his mother in such a primal, lewd state drove Wang Yue into a trance. He exerted himself even harder, thrusting as though he intended to punch straight through her.

Su Mengyan was pushed beyond the brink—her hair a mess, her eyes glazed and hooded, her entire body humming with pleasure so intense it felt like a heavy shroud. Sweat and honeyed nectar soaked the sheets beneath them.

"Mom, hold on... let’s reach the end together! Heh."

Sensing his own climax was merely seconds away, Su Mengyan mustered the last of her strength. She bucked her rounded hips back into his final, frantic sprints, activating her Xuanyin technique to force her inner walls to pulse and clamp around his shaft like tiny, craving mouths.

In a flash of perfectly synchronized spasms, Su Mengyan locked her arms around his waist as a scalding torrent of her nectar released all at once.

The sensation of being clamped by her tight, needy core proved too much for Wang Yue; he finally snapped. Ropes of thick, hot seed blasted deep into the farthest reaches of his stunning mother.

Finally tasting the sensation of her son filling her completely, Su Mengyan was struck by a wave of pleasure so absolute it transcended anything she had ever known.

Her eyes rolled back, her breath hitched, and she literally fainted from the sheer intensity of the climax.

Wang Yue collapsed onto her soft, fragrant, and slick body, basking in the glow of her incredible curves and undeniable maternal allure.

After a minute, he began tracing her cherry-red lips with his tongue, moving into a deep, hungry, and wet kiss. He slipped his tongue into her mouth, hunting for hers and entwining them until the sensation coaxed her back to consciousness.

Su Mengyan’s pale arms lay limp at her sides, allowing her son to tease and toy with her as he desired.

He drank the sweetness from her mouth, kissed the hollow of her throat, and navigated toward her earlobes, making audible sounds as he licked.

Lost in the afterglow, his endless flirting pushed her right back toward the edge. Her breathing turned frantic again, and her hands wandered to his waist, clutching him tight as her body began to writhe once more.

Wang Yue’s mouth drifted downward, starting with those fragrant, milk-white peaks. He was thoroughly satisfied with her reaction.

He pulled his throbbing, swelling cock—now coated in her milky-white nectar—out of her, and began kissing his way down her body, inch by painstaking inch.

He moved past her tiny, charming navel and across the smooth expanse of her belly until he reached the entrance to his mother’s "Peach Blossom Spring."

Her pink folds were slightly flared, revealing the tender red flesh within. Her "clitoral pearl" was engorged and glistening, standing proud.

Rivulets of her essence flowed slowly from the opening, soaking her thighs and a significant patch of the bedsheets.

The depraved sight set Wang Yue’s heart on fire. He opened his mouth, took the entire pearl between his lips, and began a rapid-fire flicking of his tongue.

It felt like a lightning strike. Su Mengyan’s whole body jolted violently.

A sharp "Ah!" escaped her as her soul appeared to fly beyond the heavens.

She clamped her legs shut, trapping Wang Yue’s head firmly between her thighs as a geyser of her essence sprayed out, coating his mouth in her sweet, fragrant nectar.

Knowing she had spent herself again, Wang Yue slowed his pace. He did not pull away until her shaking legs finally went limp.

He raised his head, letting his hands roam over her soft, slippery skin.

The gorgeous woman was a total mess, her eyes half-closed, humming with a continuous, low moan as she drowned in the lingering echoes of her euphoria.

Unable to resist her mature, feminine aura, Wang Yue kissed her lips again while his hands roamed over every inch of her curves.

Slowly, Su Mengyan drifted back to reality. She heard him whisper in her ear, "Mom, did that feel good?" Without waiting for a response, he took her earlobe into his mouth, teasing it gently.

Still lost in the haze, Su Mengyan seemed to have abandoned all logic. She opened her hooded eyes, giving him a look that was half-bashful and half-hungry. She let out a soft, delicate "mm-hmm," hooked her arms around his neck, and quietly surrendered herself to his touch.