Urban Seduction: Housewives Club Chapter 2153: 474: Mother and Son Hit Their Stride 2

Gazing at the beautiful woman in his embrace who looked so alluring, Wang Yue felt a wave of heat surge through his abdomen. He guided one of Su Mengyan’s soft, jade-like hands directly toward his crotch.

As soon as her palm brushed against his stiff, flaming member, she clutched it firmly. She felt a deep, relentless adoration for her son’s massive rod—the very object that never failed to lead her to ecstasy.

Simultaneously, Wang Yue took the initiative. He slid his hand downward to her moist, fragrant center, gently parting the soft petals to insert his fingers in a slow, teasing rhythm. He leaned forward once more, pressing his mouth to hers in a passionate, lingering kiss.

With Su Mengyan’s delicate hand gripping him, the warm, velvety friction caused his member to throb with immense pleasure. Feeling the rhythmic pulsing in her palm, she instinctively began to stroke him more rhythmically.

This familiar movement pushed Wang Yue’s arousal to the limit, causing his touch and kisses to grow more intense, eliciting breathless, seductive moans from the stunning woman, “Mmph… gentler… nnh… mmm…”

Sensing the perfect moment, Wang Yue sat up slowly. He guided his mother’s head toward his lap, clearly indicating his desires.

Su Mengyan understood that her wicked son was doing this deliberately. His member remained coated in a mixture of her own feminine nectar and his recent discharge.

The young brat had intentionally refrained from using his qi to cleanse himself, forcing her to savor the taste. She gave him a shy, half-lidded glance—a mixture of resentment and desire—before looking down at the heavy rod enveloped by her slender fingers.

The tower was so thick that she couldn’t even encompass it with one hand.

Purple veins and rugged muscles coiled around the shaft, giving it a powerful, intimidating, and rock-hard appearance.

Below, a heavy, wrinkled sac hung with two stones rolling restlessly, creating a scene of absolute depravity.

She hesitated momentarily, but her passion for her son quickly overwhelmed her last shred of restraint.

Su Mengyan parted her lips and, disregarding the residue of her own scent on the shaft, took him into her mouth.

Her elegant hand kneaded his heavy balls as she sucked and bobbed, her tongue darting out to lick the sensitive crown.

The feeling of her tongue circling the sensitive slit of his glans caused Wang Yue to draw in sharp, ragged gasps.

Su Mengyan gripped his hips, pulling him in deeply and sucking with fervor. She watched as his member swelled to its absolute peak—veins bulging and blood pumping, appearing as thick as a forearm and hard as tempered steel.

Wang Yue looked down at his mother kneeling between his legs. Her hair swayed gracefully with each motion, her face occasionally showing an expression of sheer bliss.

Her cheeks hollowed and puffed with every swallow, and her full, perky breasts moved in a rhythmic arc.

The visual impact, combined with the intense, tingling sensation, caused him to groan aloud, his entire frame trembling with the rush.

He pressed a hand against the back of her head, his waist rocking in a steady, driving motion. He pushed deep, over and over, reaching the back of her throat.

Su Mengyan accepted it all, muffled whispers vibrating against his shaft.

In mere seconds, his entire length was glistening with her saliva—a sight that ignited another surge of energy through his veins.

“Nngh… ah…”

A muffled grunt escaped her. Wang Yue had been a bit too eager, and his length had accidentally hit the back of her throat.

Su Mengyan pulled back slightly, a thread of saliva stretching between her lips and the head of his member, looking completely intoxicated with desire.

Watching his mother serve him so devotedly made Wang Yue feel like a sovereign. He kept his hand on her head, directing her movements and whispering coaching words, “Yes, just like that… don’t just use your mouth, use your tongue too… mmm… exactly… good mom… yes…”

One of his hands traced through her silky black hair, sliding down the smooth curve of her spine, his fingertips lightly grazing her vertebrae.

His other hand kneaded her supple breast, his fingers eventually wandering toward her wet center to flick her exposed pearl. This was the tipping point for Su Mengyan; her breathing became frantic, ragged wheezes as her control began to disintegrate.

Hearing his “instructions,” Su Mengyan felt slightly amused. She had been performing this act long before he had ever truly possessed her—did he really think she required guidance?

However, she was far too lost in the pleasure to care. She treated his member as the finest treasure, sucking and licking with even greater vigor.

Wang Yue fought the impulse to release his seed immediately. He leaned back and drew his mother’s pale, shapely backside toward his face. He opened his mouth and focused on her dripping “peach blossom” entrance, sucking and licking with intensity.

Occasionally, he drifted to her pouting rosebud, teasing it with his tongue. His hands roamed over her firm thighs and the curve of her glutes, his nails lightly scratching the sensitive skin of her inner thighs.

With her libido reaching its breaking point, the mature beauty could no longer withstand his skillful teasing. Her back arched violently, and she clawed at his thighs with such force she nearly broke his skin. She pulled his member away and let out a sharp cry: “Ah… nnh… it’s happening again… ah!”

Her hidden nectar erupted once more. After a few seconds of intense shivering, she collapsed completely against his chest, her breathing heavy and fragrant.

Wang Yue slowly moved out from beneath her. She lay face-down on the bed, limbs occasionally twitching, her dark hair scattered messily against the sheets.

The silhouette from her snow-white back to her full hips and slender legs was a true work of art.

Combined with the faint sheen of perspiration and the rich, feminine scent of her body, she appeared like a masterpiece in the aftermath of their intimacy.

Wang Yue’s throat felt parched just observing her. He climbed onto her soft, plush back, kissing her neck and licking away the sweat. He slid his hands under her arms, kneading her pale curves. Su Mengyan’s eyes slowly fluttered open with a sleepy, content smile. She let out a small, satisfied sound, basking in his touch.

Gradually, Wang Yue followed the line of her spine downward, trailing kisses past her hips and along her smooth thighs. Finally reaching her elegant, arched feet, and savoring the delicate fragrance of her skin, Wang Yue could not hold back. He darted his tongue out and gave the sole of his mother’s foot a slow, lingering lick.