Urban Seduction: Housewives Club

Chapter 2149 - 470: Entering Mother 1

”Oh, stop it! Does that make me a beast too?” Su Mengyan teased. Even though her son comparing them both to wild animals felt a little uncouth, to her ears, it was the sweetest thing he couldʼve said. Instinctively, her small hand tightened its grip around his massive erection.

With that squeeze, her delicate hand felt the searing heat and the way his cock throbbed and expanded. It made her heart hammer against her ribs, and she couldnʼt help but start a gentle, sliding motion.

After just a couple of strokes, the thing became even more arrogant—hard as steel, thick, and impossibly long. Holding that sheer, rigid mass of flesh made the blood rush to her head; her breathing turned shallow and jagged, her ample chest heaving with every gasp.

The head of Wang Yueʼs cock curved slightly upward, looking resilient and incredibly broad. It was a deep, bruised purple—a sight that was as intimidating as it was mesmerizing.

Su Mengyan could feel it growing even larger in her palm, becoming almost too hot to touch. It sent her mind racing and her heart into a frantic, restless state. A wave of heat washed over her entire body, and her breath hitched in her throat.

The cock seemed stretched to its absolute limit, veins bulging like cords right in front of her. Her mouth went dry. She swallowed hard and let her hand slide downward, pulling back the foreskin to reveal the massive, egg-sized head. A faint, musky scent hit her nose.

Wang Yue wasnʼt about to stay passive. He slid his hand beneath the waistband of her sheer, flesh-toned crystal tights, right against her lush, rounded backside.

Su Mengyan let out a soft, shaky moan. Feeling his hot palm flush against the bare skin of her ass sent a wave of goosebumps rippling across her skin.

Wang Yue seemed intent on savoring the smooth, elastic feel of her curves. His hand roamed over her full cheeks before his fingers dipped into the crevice between them, reaching for the ”source” up front.

She let out a small cry and clamped her silk-clad legs together, but it was too late—his hand had already slipped into her heat.

Everywhere his ”devilʼs hand” touched, an unimaginable surge of heat shot straight to her core. Each contact made her body shudder. If just touching through layers of clothing was this overwhelming, the mature beauty couldnʼt even fathom how soul-shattering the actual act was going to be.

She was panting now, her gasps coming faster as her body became hyper-sensitive. She could feel his hunger for her burning like a wildfire, threatening to consume her.

Wang Yueʼs fingers began to work vigorously between her thighs. The elegant, stunning Su Mengyan parted her lips, exhaling sweet, hot breaths. Her brow furrowed as a delicious, tingly itch spread through her entire frame. The strength was draining out of her fast; she was losing the will to resist.

The more he moved, the weaker she felt. Waves of heat crashed against the dikes of her reason, demanding she surrender to the lust, abandon her protective instincts, and lose herself with this young man.

”Mom, youʼre so beautiful,” Wang Yue whispered, leaning into her ear.

The whisper made her cheeks flush a deep crimson. He peppered her red face with a few quick, nipping kisses before moving to his next target: her lips. He leaned in, his kiss completely overwhelming her delicate mouth.

Between that wordless, heated kiss and his wandering hands, Su Mengyan felt herself turning into putty. She was utterly limp, devoid of any strength.

Wang Yue pressed his lips firmly against hers, breathing heavily. His tongue traced her gums, searching for a way in, eventually forcing its way past the seam of her teeth.

Her modest resistance crumbled. Her tongue was drawn in, tangling with his in a deep, desperate kiss—the kind shared by real lovers.

Wang Yue let out a low, guttural groan of excitement. He reveled in the sight of his dignified biological mother looking so flustered and shy as he forced this kiss upon her. His tongue swirled aggressively inside her mouth, latching onto her sweet, slick tongue and sucking on it.

Su Mengyanʼs eyes fluttered shut, her beautiful lashes trembling. She couldnʼt help but part her lips a little wider, tentatively meeting him with her own small tongue.

Wang Yue used the tip of his tongue to touch hers, tracing a slow circle.

She shut her eyes tight, her brow furrowing as a low sound escaped the back of her throat. It wasnʼt just a simple, sweet sensation anymore; that sweetness radiated from the tip of her tongue through her entire mouth, leaving every inch of her feeling scorched and buzzing.

Her eyes were glazed and misty. Wang Yueʼs right hand began to rub the base of her thighs—still encased in those sheer tights—moving slowly upward. Her face was a brilliant scarlet, but her hand began to pump his cock with a rhythmic, frantic speed.

Wang Yueʼs other hand ducked under her loose nightgown, roughly kneading her sexy, full ass through the silk of her tights.

Entwined in that deep kiss, Su Mengyan let out sweet, inviting moans that followed the rhythm of his hands. Her own hands were busy now—one stroking his shaft, the other fondling his heavy balls.

Wang Yue reached into the collar of her nightgown, grabbing one of her large, perky breasts. She lay back slowly beside him, her chest rising and falling unevenly. He held her tight, his hands roaming everywhere.

His hand slid up her torso, pushing her bra out of the way, and those two gorgeous, firm breasts popped free.

He cupped one, squeezing and rubbing it slowly, savoring the fullness of the ”mountain” before pinching the nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

”Ah!”

The sensation hit her like a lightning bolt. A tingly, electric current surged from her nipple through her entire body. She went completely weak, her hand tightening around his cock as she stroked him even harder.

Wang Yueʼs other hand didnʼt stay idle. He hiked up the hem of her nightgown, gently stroking her nylon-clad thighs. The smoothness of the silk made his hand glide and hover effortlessly.

The warmth of his hand through the stockings gave Su Mengyan a sensation sheʼd never felt before. She couldnʼt quite put words to it; all she knew was that she didnʼt want him to stop—she was actually loving the touch.

He felt his way up her thigh, finally stopping at the strip of bare, tender skin between the top of her stockings and her panties. He kneaded the soft flesh of her thighs, unable to let go, savoring the slick feel of what was either sweat or her own honey.