Urban Seduction: Housewives Club Chapter 2160 - 481: Poor Second Aunt 2

Wang Yue gave a nod and guided his mother to the bathtub's rim, seating her there. He carefully parted her legs like flawless jade, staring intently at her fiery center.

Despite their numerous bouts of intense passion and his many previous glimpses and caresses, Su Mengyan couldn't shake a spark of bashfulness. Her hand moved on instinct to shield herself, as she softly said, "Don’t look."

"I want to," Wang Yue laughed lightly, drawing her delicate hand aside. With two fingers, he separated her soft outer folds, exposing the sensitive inner flesh he'd pounded from pale pink to a vivid red.

He observed her entrance—which remained incredibly snug regardless of his efforts—quivering and throbbing.

Each pulse released a creamy white liquid—a sticky blend of his essence and her juices.

The obscene sight ignited a naughty thought in Wang Yue. He dipped a finger into her narrow passage, letting it soak in the slippery mix, then withdrew it. Raising it to his mother's lips, he grinned, "Mom, taste what we created together."

"You rascal, why don’t you try it first?" she retorted playfully, cheeks burning red. Yet she opened her mouth and drew his finger inside, relishing the tangy, earthy taste like it was gourmet nectar.

Seeing her lick his finger ignited a surge of arousal in Wang Yue. He rose and positioned his enormous shaft directly at her lips.

"Mom, I’ve missed the warmth of your mouth."

Su Mengyan cast him a seductive, understanding glance before engulfing him. She moved her head slowly up and down, her petite hand slipping below to cup and fondle his balls.

She continued until his length gleamed spotless, then stroked it along her cheek and gazed up at him with sultry eyes. "Good boy... Mom craves it once more!"

Already aflame from her mouth's attentions, Wang Yue had no intention of refusing. He hoisted one of her legs and eased his rigid member back into her yearning, vacant core, initiating a languid, purposeful rhythm.

"Darling son, let’s move to the bed," she breathed. They were sufficiently clean now, and though the bathroom offered its thrills, the bed promised unrestrained abandon.

"As you wish!" Wang Yue was utterly enchanted by her. He lifted her into his arms—staying connected as they had entered—and bore her from the bathroom.

After a jolting journey filled with her constant moans, they arrived at the bed, yet Wang Yue abruptly withdrew. The abrupt emptiness tormented Su Mengyan, who eyed him with desperate longing.

"You naughty boy, why pull out? Mom needs you pounding her!"

"Mom, let’s switch it up," Wang Yue murmured in her ear, voicing his desire.

Su Mengyan’s cheeks flamed scarlet. "You wicked imp, you sure know how to toy with your mother."

Her words belied her actions as she obeyed, positioning herself on all fours with her back arched high.

She displayed her elevated, snowy, voluptuous rear, parting her thighs slightly to emphasize her sopping entrance. Her puffy folds gleamed invitingly with fresh arousal.

The humiliating pose only stoked her lust higher.

She swayed her hips temptingly and cried out, "Good son, I’m all set. Quick, slide that huge thing back into Mom. It aches terribly!"

Wang Yue held back, savoring the sight of her plump, lunar buttocks first. He massaged the yielding flesh with his palms before dragging his girthy, weighty shaft across her silky cheeks.

The teasing contact maddened Su Mengyan. Sparks of pleasure mingled with frantic yearning, causing more slickness to drip.

Unable to endure it, she pushed her hips backward toward him, glancing back with imploring, frantic eyes.

"Mmm... darling boy... please... your massive cock... it’s tormenting me... just thrust it in..."

Her filthy begging tightened Wang Yue’s core. He gave her rear one last firm knead, spread her cheeks, and aligned his bulbous tip with her opening.

With a forceful plunge, his rod sank deep with a lewd slurp, embedding fully in her blazing depths.

Filled completely once more, Su Mengyan exploded in ecstasy. Her hips undulated wildly as she wailed, "Oh... oh! My precious brother! My darling son! Pure bliss! Pound me harder... ah... yes! Your naughty mom... nnh... fuck me senseless... it’s incredible!"

Lost in rapture, her words tumbled incoherently—even dubbing him "brother"—but it only fueled Wang Yue’s fire. He unleashed ferocious thrusts.

Her form was perfection in supple, flowing lines. From this angle, her ample rear collided with his abdomen on each impact, the clash of "soft against firm" sending shockwaves through him.

He bent over her, pressing against her back while his hands claimed her milky, pendulous breasts.

His hips drove with savage force, slamming into her womb each time, intent on making her crave his cock eternally.

Trapped against the mattress and taken from behind, Su Mengyan’s body turned to mush. She howled her delight, "Oh! Oh! That... huge... dick... my very own son... I... I can’t take it... mmm... so enormous... Brother... your cock... so ruthless... ah! Right there... nnh... you rascal... Mom’s in heaven...!"

His unrelenting girth spiked her arousal sky-high. Her snug passage spasmed rhythmically around him, her inner muscles milking his tip like eager lips. The sensation was divine—like being suckled from below.

Wang Yue maintained the brutal tempo, his voice hoarse, "Nnh... you horny mom... your... tight pussy... squeezes me... so perfectly... oh... your depths... pulling me... deeper... I’m... losing feeling... you filthy mom... I adore... screwing you..."

His words spurred her wilder. She deployed every seductive trick, writhing and tossing her flowing hair. Her pale, curvaceous hips bucked like ocean surges to greet him.

"Mmm... huge cock... my... darling son... does this... please you... nnh... Mom’s... pussy... will make it... even better... ah! You’re slamming... so deep... yes... nnh... my hung brother... my... son... ah! Amazing... I’m... I’m cumming... I’m gonna burst! Ah... here it comes!"

Wang Yue sensed her walls clamp vise-like on his length—an indescribable thrill.

His tip tingled with electricity. Seizing her hips, he surged into a frenzied final dash.

Su Mengyan screamed as her juices gushed in a chilly torrent, her core convulsing around him.

The clamping pressure drew a roar from Wang Yue as he erupted, flooding her spasming depths with scorching seed.

As the mother-son duo gained fresh vigor from their union, pity the unfortunate Su Mengchen at the Profound Maiden Palace.

The initial feeling wasn’t overwhelming—she quelled it through sheer will, and it faded fast. But fortune evaded her. Not even three hours after the first subsided, it returned fiercer—an unceasing barrage growing ever more savage.