Urban Seduction: Housewives Club Chapter 2154: 475: Mother and Son Hit Their Stride 3

Su Mengyan had always been prone to ticklishness, and now, floating within the hazy aftermath of repeated climaxes, her skin felt incredibly sensitive.

Wang Yue’s relentless attention had left her shivering, but a sudden stroke across her sole delivered an electric jolt that rippled through her entire frame. Her body spasmed uncontrollably, and she gasped for air, nearly losing control altogether.

“Mmm… that’s… too intense… please stop… haha… it’s ticklish! Mmph…”

Witnessing his mother’s frantic reaction only stoked the flames of Wang Yue’s desire. Instead of slowing, he began to swirl his tongue around each of her jade-white toes, his wandering hand tracing the delicate skin along her inner thighs.

Su Mengyan was defenseless against such overwhelming stimulation. Her mind seemed to short-circuit, drifting away into a fog while leaving her body focused solely on its most primitive urges.

He navigated upward from her feet, trailing fiery kisses along her calves and thighs. With every touch, Su Mengyan vibrated, her voice a continuous, lewd melody as she descended into a deep abyss of longing.

No longer able to restrain his own hunger, Wang Yue lifted her hips. He braced one hand against her smooth, high-arched backside while gripping his own throbbing, engorged member with the other.

He slowly dragged the head of his cock along her drenched, sensitive folds and the crease of her seat, playfully hovering over her entrance as if teasing the moment of entry.

After reaching so many heights, the presence of that searing-hot rod trailing over her most private regions—even brushing against her back door—left Su Mengyan flushed with a volatile mixture of profound shame and a hollow, aching emptiness. It was a physical lack so aching that she nearly sobbed.

Wang Yue knew the moment had arrived. He aligned his wet, rigid length with her opening and, with a thick, wet squelch, buried himself deep within her lush, slick heat.

The sudden, absolute fullness caused the mature woman to gasp, her breath hitching as if her very spirit had fled her body.

“Ah… ah…!” she cried out, her tone saturated with overwhelming satisfaction and pure relief.

He held his position for a moment, savoring the tight, sweltering grip of her core. Rather than pumping immediately, he pushed her hair back and collapsed against her spine, trailing kisses and light licks along the elegant line of her neck.

His left hand snaked under her arm to knead her firm, swollen breast, while his right hand descended to her entrance, his index finger teasing at the glistening, sensitive peak.

Under this intense assault, Su Mengyan felt a deep, buzzing throb bloom inside her. Her waist twitched instinctively, her hips swaying in a rhythmic, wordless invitation as soft moans escaped her throat.

Wang Yue performed a slight thrust, sensing her inner walls clamp tightly around him. Good heavens, she felt even more constricted and pressurized than a maiden.

“Ow!” Su Mengyan hissed, brows furrowed as her dilated eyes widened. She bit her lip, appearing almost pained by the sheer stretch of the sensation.

Wang Yue halted, propping himself up on an elbow. He used a hand to gently roll the peak of her pale breast while pinning her lips with his, sucking gently on her tongue to help her ease into the feeling.

“Mmm… nnh… eeya… eeya…” Soon enough, her moans returned, resonant and soul-shaking. Her slender hands, clutching his glutes, began to squeeze in a rhythmic trance. “You devil… move with care… but not too deep… I can’t… I cannot endure it…”

“I’ve got you, Mom. I understand,” Wang Yue panted.

He retreated until he was almost entirely withdrawn, then drove himself inward until he struck her cervix, grinding his hips in a tight, swirling motion to ensure the head of his manhood churned against her most sensitive point.

The cries Su Mengyan uttered were simple, yet carried a dark, intoxicating power, “Ah… you… nnh… ah… ah… oh… ugh… ah!”

Once they achieved a steady rhythm, Wang Yue picked up the pace.

Because his mother possessed a naturally shallow, tight canal, it was difficult to maintain a rapid tempo without testing her physical limits, regardless of how slick she was.

Caught up in the fervor, Su Mengyan released his waist to bury her hands in the bedsheets.

“Eeya… eeya… mmph… yes… yes… oh god… ah… too far… again…”

She surrendered completely, her voice fracturing into low, jagged gasps: “Nnh… it’s… so wonderful… eeya… I’m reaching it… I’m going to leak… once more… eeya! Mmmph!”

Every time she peaked, Wang Yue was driven into a frenzy. Her inner walls and cervix spasmed in high-frequency vibrations, drenching the head of his cock in thick, sweet nectar.

The sensation was so electric and intense that, had he not possessed superhuman stamina, he would have surely surrendered to his release long ago.

Su Mengyan yielded under his pace. Her head swung side-to-side, her beautiful frame trembling as her breasts moved in time with his thrusts. “Ah… ah… mmm… it’s happening… no… stop… nnh… ah…!”

Her whimpers sounded like a blend of sobs and a chorus of unadulterated joy. Her skin took on a flushed, rosy hue. With her pale hips arched high, she twisted and ground against him, her voice a relentless soundtrack of pleasure.

Behind her, Wang Yue—veins highlighting his straining rod—continued to pummel her wet, internal target. Her body burned with heat, and she could no longer suppress the soul-devouring moans from spilling out.

Watching his mother collapse like liquid silk after her final release, Wang Yue felt a surge of triumph.

He drew her exhausted body toward him and sat her upward, flipping her so she straddled his lap, legs wide open. He guided his cock once more to that dripping, tender opening, sliding home deep inside.

Clasping his arms around her firm, rounded hips, he began to drive inward with slow, deliberate pushes, burying his weight against her core and grinding in a steady, rhythmic motion.

The sheer intensity of it struck her like a landslide. Looking agonizingly beautiful, Su Mengyan slumped against his chest once more.

She allowed him complete control—thrusting, squeezing, and grinding—as her consciousness slipped into a series of hollow, bone-melting gasps: “Mmm… don’t… ah… don’t touch that spot… nnh… ah… softer… please… mmm…”

Ravaged by her son, the mature woman was an utter mess. She attempted to resist, but she had drained every ounce of her strength.

Between the rhythmic friction inside and the pressing of her breasts against his chest, the waves of pleasure were systematically shattering her composure.

Gradually, a bizarre, new sensation began to sprout from the exact point where his cock and fingers were working her. Panic ignited in her eyes as she breathed raggedly, “Ah… what is this… ah… no… don’t…!”