Urban Seduction: Housewives Club Chapter 2158: 479: Reaching Transcendence Through Mother-Fucking 2

Wang Yue declared with a voice laden with deep feeling, “It’s never too late. As long as you like it, I’ll fuck you every single day from now on. I’ll use my dick to show you some real ‘filial piety’!”

“Now, don’t be like that,” Su Mengyan answered. “I belong only to you, but you can’t belong only to me. You’re not allowed to neglect your grandmother and the others later.”

Reflecting on nearly every woman in the household—aside from young Wang Jingjing—being conquered by her son, a surge of powerlessness washed over her.

This naughty kid… how many women will he wreck before he’s content?

Wang Yue let out a devilish laugh. “Don’t worry at all. Your son wields a golden spear that never droops. Not just you all—even double the women, and I’d conquer them effortlessly.”

Su Mengyan genuinely trusted his boast. Today she had beheld his might completely; he operated like a tireless, steel-hearted beast. A youth such as him in a common home would torment daily with unchecked lust. Yet all was well—he was her boy, born into the Wang clan teeming with gorgeous females.

And…

Should the Wangs fall short, the Su and Chen clans stood ready.

In that instant, her mind wandered to her birth family, the Sus, and the Chens. With Wang women tormented by cravings, those in the other two houses surely suffered likewise. Under such conditions…

One must admit, Su Mengyan truly embodied Wang Yue’s flesh-and-blood mother. Their ideas matched flawlessly. She sensed that the stunning ladies of those mighty houses fared better with her son than rotting unused or snatched by foreigners. A true mutual gain.

Wang Yue remained oblivious to his mother scheming to gift him the Su and Chen beauties. He swiftly donned a mournful pout and pleaded softly, “Mom, I’m hungry.”

Su Mengyan grasped his meaning instantly. She beamed warmly and cooed, “If you’re hungry, then eat.” Then she arched her bosom forward, presenting her full, heavy breasts.

“Thanks, Mom!” Wang Yue whooped joyfully. He dipped his head, latched onto one nipple, and suckled with ravenous hunger.

Her son nursing milk from her flooded her with pure maternal bliss. For an instant, she ignored their locked union below. Nothing but heartfelt softness and devotion filled her, echoing the days of her tiny babe nestled against her.

Still, the warmth faded swiftly. After gulps aplenty, Wang Yue nursed on yet resumed his pulsing hip thrusts.

Lactating for her son like an infant as his gigantic rod hammered her brains loose—Su Mengyan lacked words for the rush. She gasped despite herself, “Sweet son… stop moving. Let’s finish eating before the fucking, okay?”

“No. I want to drink Mom’s milk and fuck Mom’s pussy at the same time!” Wang Yue slurred, mouth stuffed full.

Suckling nectar while pounding deep—this pinnacle fantasy now real fired his passion, refusing any halt. The thrill scorched his blood.

In truth, not solely him. Su Mengyan too reveled in a wild, eerie ecstasy. Nursing stirred her inner mother, but nonstop thrusts hammered the truth: Slamming your innermost sanctum is your son’s enormous cock!

Vain attempts to deny the incest fooled no one deep inside. Awareness only heightened the illicit rapture.

Raw thrill tore moans from her: “My sweet boy… eat all you want, fuck me as hard as you can. Everything I have is yours. I love being fucked while I feed you!”

Her urging inflamed Wang Yue wildly. His shaft plunged further, trapping her floral depths. No retreat—instead a mighty surge breached her cervix. His swollen tip stormed the womb that once cradled him.

“Oh!” Searing pleasure ripped her cry. She urged restraint, “You little devil, take it easy! That’s too deep!”

Wang Yue brushed off her words. Nursing nonstop, he twisted his frame, letting his cockhead churn and swirl at her womb’s portal.

Bliss from such profound strikes soon gripped Su Mengyan, surpassing standard pumps. Her hips bucked to match his churn, wailing, “Good son… fuck me like that… it feels so good… but… it’s too much… I can’t… I can’t catch my breath…”

Wang Yue tempered his tempo, basking in her womb’s suction seal as sweet milk flowed.

Only after ages, both tits emptied, did he release the nipple and ease his cock back for a downward glance.

“You brat, what are you looking at?” Guard lowered or not, her son eyeing their link flushed her face crimson.

“My dick is finally inside Mom’s pussy. It feels like a dream,” Wang Yue breathed softly.

“It’s not a dream. And there’s nothing to see anyway,” she murmured, though curiosity drew her gaze down too.

Such scenes weren’t novel, yet this gaze transformed everything. Stretched agape stood her—his birth mother—impaled by him—her birth son.

Fixed on their fused forms, the sight unleashed a psychic lightning bolt of ecstasy.

“This feels… so incredible… son… ah… fuck me hard… oh… oh god… it’s beautiful… it feels so good… Mom’s own son… go harder… fuck your own mother…” Su Mengyan erupted in frenzy, frame quaking madly. Hips hoisted high, she pleaded for more depth.

Wang Yue pounced without delay. His colossal shaft vanished wholly into her blazing chasm.

Cockhead crashed her silken core again. Pre-thrust alone hurled their essences skyward.

“Son, fuck me,” she shrieked, “Show me… what it’s like… to be used by you… what a beautiful… feeling… ah!”

Unneeded fuel—Wang Yue ravaged with beastly frenzy. Her every scream beastified him further.

All chains shattered this flawless night. Heavy, languid cadence launched—plunges abyssal, strikes terminal. Every girthy inch dominated her vise-like inferno.

“Mom, your pussy feels so good, I feel like my dick is gonna melt! But it’s the best feeling ever!” Wang Yue lauded amid groping her vast mounds for extra fire. Tempo surged faster.

“Oh… don’t stop… harder… ah… ah… you’re so good at fucking your mother… ah… yes… I’m gonna leak… I can’t take it… fuck… fuck Mom to death… ah… I want you to fuck me… for the rest of my life… ah! I’m finished… you’re hitting the bottom… I’m dying… it’s too good… I’m gonna leak!”

Su Mengyan drowned in raw sensation. Overstimulation perhaps—mere hundreds of drives triggered her colossal peak.

Her form convulsed as inner walls seized him in savage, frantic throbs.