Urban Seduction: Housewives Club Chapter 2155 - 476: Primal Yin Extends the Night 1

Wang Yue held his thick rod buried deep inside her, his palms firmly gripping his mother’s breathtaking hips as he rotated them in slow, rhythmic circles, grinding against her like a heavy millstone.

He felt the crown of his member being tightly enveloped and vacuum-sealed by her velvety, plush walls—an intense sensation of pure, exquisite bliss that flooded his consciousness.

Simultaneously, Su Mengyan’s intoxicating frame released a potent, musky floral musk that washed over him like a physical tide.

Her melodic sobbing and ragged moans shattered his final defenses, causing his long-restrained desires to erupt like a river breaking through a failing levee.

Swiftly, Wang Yue maneuvered his snow-white, supple mother onto her back, hoisting her pale, smooth legs onto his shoulders.

He pressed his full weight into her slick, soft body and launched a frantic, torrential assault, striking into her with unyielding force. The sound of wet flesh colliding—slap, slap, slap—echoed through the chamber, accelerating in rhythm and intensity.

Su Mengyan trembled violently under the relentless pressure, her voice escalating into a series of uninhibited, lewd shrieks: "Ah... nnh... ah! I’m dying... lighter... please... I’m going to go... I’m losing my senses! Ah!"

Drenched in a light shimmer of sweat and looking more radiant than ever, Su Mengyan suddenly kicked her legs out, her entire figure locking tight.

She dug her nails into her son’s arms with enough fervor to draw blood as a freezing spray of nectar gushed from her depths. The striking contrast between her internal cold release and the natural heat of her body sent a jarring tremor through Wang Yue’s cock.

Wang Yue refused to hold back any longer. He hungered to reach the zenith of pleasure alongside the gorgeous woman beneath him.

Between the desperate, rhythmic clamping of her inner walls and the suction of her core, the sensation became overwhelming.

With a low, primal roar, he surrendered.

A torrent of scalding seed surged forth like a storm, coating the deepest reaches of Su Mengyan’s center. He poured himself into this beautiful woman—the kind of woman every man dreamt of marking, yet who chose to offer herself only to her son.

Su Mengyan’s body arched like a bow as she gasped for air, her head thrown back in ecstasy. Her jade-like legs straightened, toes curling as they locked in the peak of her climax.

The thick, feminine aroma of her body permeated the room. Her eyes rolled back as she drifted between conscious thought and total, peak ecstasy.

Seizing the moment, Wang Yue used his momentum to continue plunging into her naturally tight, juice-heavy core—a place he could never grow weary of. He ensured every last drop of his essence was deposited deep within her flower heart.

Su Mengyan eventually fluttered her eyelids, glancing down at her son’s still-imposing rod. Though physically and mentally drained, a radiant smile touched her lips as she teased, "You little animal... every time this happens, I feel like I might actually perish. Your mother is fighting for her very life here."

Wang Yue lounged beside her, stroking her soft, full hips with a wicked grin. "Do you want to 'die' one more time, Mom?"

Su Mengyan’s face turned deep crimson, and she let out a playful, soft spit. "I really cannot handle you alone. Perhaps you should go find the others."

Earlier, when her son had satisfied almost every woman in the house, she had felt a brief sting of jealousy. Now, that feeling had vanished. He possessed such insurmountable power that one woman simply could not suffice; if that was the truth, she saw no harm in sharing the load.

"No chance. Currently, my dick belongs only to you, Mom."

Wang Yue had only 'serviced' the other women earlier to ensure his evening was free for his favorite person. He certainly wasn't stopping now.

As he spoke, his hand slipped between her thighs, fingers hooking into her wet folds to torment her.

"Ah! You wicked boy... Mom is truly spent. Seek out the others, alright?" Su Mengyan’s body shivered as she clamped her legs, attempting to trap his wandering hand.

"That is definitely not okay. They cut their time short because they were grateful to you for bearing a son with such an endowment. They saved the night for us on purpose—you cannot let their kindness go to waste," Wang Yue smirked.

Su Mengyan huffed, "If I had known this, I never would have given birth to you! You little heartbreaker."

"Mom, do you honestly regret having a son with such a monster cock?" Wang Yue laughed. "Then why were you so anxious when Xin’er joked about me failing to get it up?"

"That is precisely why I regret it," Su Mengyan murmured. "Had you been a girl, we would have avoided all this complication. But now... you have rendered your mother addicted to this. If you ever cease, how on earth am I to live?"

"Mom, do you truly love fucking me that much?" Wang Yue pressed. He knew the answer, yet he hungered to hear it. Hearing her admit it ten thousand times would never bore him; it only fueled his excitement.

"My sweet son, I love nothing more than fucking you. I cherish the feeling of my son’s big cock inside me above all else. I wish it could remain there forever. Just the two of us, inseparable," she whispered passionately against his ear.

Her voice, heavy with love and lust, threw Wang Yue into a frenzy. He growled, "Mom, I cannot endure this. Part your legs. I am going to fuck you so hard."

Those lewd words didn't only ignite Wang Yue; they incited Su Mengyan as well. Her earlier cries for mercy had been half-hearted anyway.

"Son, carry me to the sofa. I wish to be on top. I want to look into your eyes while you fuck me."

Wang Yue carried her to the sofa at the edge of the bed. He let her straddle his waist, sliding his rod inside completely as she descended.

The moment she reached the bottom, Su Mengyan let out a sharp moan, encircling his neck with her arms.

The depth of the connection made her feel as if she were being pierced through. His member struck her deepest point, causing her soul to drift. She nearly reached the peak the moment she touched him.

Her desire burned brightly. Using his shoulders for leverage, she began to bounce and grind against him with intensity, her hair swaying with every motion.

Dozens of strokes passed, her body laboring so fervently that a fine glow of sweat emerged on her skin.

Her eyes hooded and glazed over, her moans softening, which confirmed that her most sensitive spots were being touched perfectly.

She grit her teeth, struggling to contain herself as she worked up and down his length. It was exhausting, but every deep descent caused his cock to suction against her core. The sensation was so divine it left her barely able to lift herself for the next stroke.

Su Mengyan was completely soaked, her skin gleaming, her expression one of pure pleasure. Every pore in her body seemed to drink in the lust, her mature, fragrant scent filling the space.

Wang Yue stayed pinned against her, savoring the feeling of melting into her. He used the head of his cock to grind and flick against her, subtle movements that felt more intense than heavy thrusting. It was a masterpiece of a 'mother-son battle.'

She felt the electricity of his motions turning her limbs to jelly. Eventually, she lost the strength to continue bouncing. She collapsed against his chest, her hips swirling in weak, desperate circles to keep the sensation alive.

"Oh... yes... mmm... good boy... you are... you are amazing... I am flying... ah..."

Wang Yue’s hands were equally busy, kneading her high, firm breasts. They were slick and soft, the tactile sensation driving him to insanity.

Su Mengyan was already dazed, her waist rolling as she nearing the end. Between the grinding below and his hands molding her chest, she felt consumed by fire.

Finally, she shattered. Her walls collapsed into a frantic climax, her essence gushing in thick waves. The release left her feeling as though she were dissolving into him.

Her body moved beyond her control. Despite having spent herself with no strength remaining, Wang Yue’s wandering hands reignited the flames.

Her body began to respond naturally. Her core, where he continued to work, pulsed and leaked over him. He drew out her sensitivity until she saw stars.

She could only arch her back, offering her breasts for his kisses, while her hips maintained a weak, rhythmic shake.

"Ah... ah... nnh... I am going to... I am going to go again... oh!"

She went limp in his arms, paralyzed by pleasure. Sensing her internal 'vacuum' pulsing, Wang Yue elected to prolong the session.

He took the 'Primal Yin' energy he had stored earlier and channeled it back into her through their connection.

Using the energy this way did nothing for his cultivation, but it acted like a burst of adrenaline for her. It restored her essence and erased her exhaustion.

Su Mengyan felt a rush of vitality return to her limbs.

She was moved—her son’s devotion made her want to satisfy him until she literally perished. If he were this greedy, she would grant him everything. She wanted him to exhaust her until she faded away.

Wang Yue gently lifted her body and returned her to the bed. He cupped her flushed face. Seeing her close her eyes and tilt her head back, offering herself completely, stoked his excitement further. He leaned down, capturing her vibrant lips and forcing his way past them.

As their tongues entangled, he shared his breath and his strength, drinking in the sweetness of her mouth.

Su Mengyan followed his lead, her tongue dancing with his as she lost herself in him once more.