Urban Seduction: Housewives Club-Chapter 2148 - 469: All Hands on Deck 2

Su Mengyan was already at her wit’s end. Her heart hammered against her ribs as she instinctively reached out to touch her son’s cock.

The moment her jade-like hand brushed against it, Wang Yue’s "soft" member didn’t just twitch—it sprang to life like a coiled steel trap. There wasn’t a trace of fatigue left in it.

Xue Yan burst into a giggle. "See? I told you. There is nothing more powerful than a mother’s touch!"

Su Mengyan realized instantly she’d been played. Her son had pranked her, and her daughter had probably been his co-conspirator through their soul-link. She shot Wang Yue a mock-annoyed glare.

"Mengyan was so worried... it looks like she really can’t live without Yue’er’s big stick," Xue Yan teased, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "In that case, the rest of us definitely need to test its power."

She turned her gaze toward Liu Ruoshi. "Mom, you’ve been the pillar of the Wang family. These last three years have been grueling for you. Now that the new pillar of the family is standing tall, it’s only right he shows you some proper appreciation!"

"No, you girls go ahead. I’ll just watch," Liu Ruoshi said quickly. It wasn’t a "no" meant to be a "yes"—she was genuinely struggling to let go of her dignity.

As the head of the household, she was used to being the authority figure. Being plowed by her own grandson in front of the entire family was a massive hurdle for her pride.

But tonight, the theme was "total liberation," and the girls weren’t about to let her off the hook. Led by Xue Yan, the beauties swarmed her. A flurry of hands pinned the matriarch down, hiking up her skirt to reveal her thick, sexy thighs and her massive, pale backside. Between those legs, her "flower" was already weeping a steady stream of nectar.

"Yue’er, hurry up! Use that big thing to show your grandmother some real filial piety!" Xue Yan shouted.

"Mom, I’m going in!" Wang Yue called out to his mother. He let out an excited yell—"Here I come!"—and charged forward. Ignoring his grandmother’s half-hearted struggles, he aimed his iron rod and buried it deep into her mature, needy core, immediately falling into a rapid, heavy rhythm.

Liu Ruoshi’s mental resistance was purely a formality for the sake of her status; her body was a different story. Within seconds, the sheer pleasure her grandson was delivering forced her to stop fighting. She wrapped her legs tightly around his waist, her heavy hips bucking upward to meet every thrust.

Watching from her seat, Su Mengyan saw her son making his grandmother scream with delight. She knew then that his conquest of every woman in this house was a done deal.

While it was exactly what she wanted, seeing his cock disappear into other women still gave her a tiny, fleeting pang of jealousy. But she pushed it aside—as long as he was happy, she was all in.

Since Wang Yue technically "belonged" to his mother tonight, the other women were only getting a "quick fix" to ease their longing. He put every ounce of skill into it, driving his grandmother to a crashing climax and blasting a massive geyser of seed deep inside her until she literally fainted from the bliss.

Without missing a beat, Wang Yue moved on to Chen Rong. Right there in plain sight, he drove his cock deep into her core—she’d been starving for over two weeks, and she took him in with a desperate gasp.

As Su Mengyan watched her son take them one by one, seeing that he wasn’t softening at all, she finally relaxed. She quietly slipped away from the garden.

Tonight was her "wedding night," and as the bride, she felt she needed to go back and get ready. She viewed her son’s current rampage as the "wedding guests" having their fun before the main event.

With Su Mengyan gone, the girls let loose completely. The younger ones stopped pretending to be innocent and played as hard as they could. Following the family hierarchy, Wang Yue satisfied his aunts, his mother’s sisters, and his sisters-in-law. When it came to Tang Yuerou, things got interesting.

Little Wang Jingjing still didn’t quite get why the adults were so obsessed with this, but she was curious. As Wang Yue was about to slide into her mother, the little girl reached out and grabbed his cock.

"It’s so hard and hot... does putting this big thing inside really feel that good?" she asked, curiously inspecting her uncle’s member.

"Of course it does," Xin’er laughed. "But you’re too little to feel it yet. You have to wait until you’re grown. But hey, you can get a head start on testing its power—try it with your mouth."

Jingjing had seen the others "tasting" it earlier and had been wanting a turn. She opened her small mouth and managed to get about half the head inside. She sucked a few times before popping it out with a frown. "It doesn’t taste good at all. It just makes my mouth feel stretched and uncomfortable."

The women burst into laughter. Liu Ruoshi teased, "You might not like the taste, but your mother is dying for a bite. Hurry up and give it to her."

Jingjing saw that her mother’s "lower mouth" was indeed "drooling" with hunger. She nodded, gripped the cock, and guided it home. Wang Yue lunged forward, his shaft—now slick with the little girl’s saliva—slamming deep into Tang Yuerou.

The sensation of her daughter’s spit on his dick made Yuerou go wild; she tackled Wang Yue onto a chair, riding him frantically until his seed filled her to the brim.

As time ticked by, the atmosphere grew increasingly debauched. Wang Yue was like a perpetual motion sex machine. He went from elders to peers, sisters-in-law to sisters, and sisters to nieces, until every single beauty—except little Jingjing—was filled with his warm essence.

One climax wasn’t enough to fully satisfy their two-week hunger, but it was enough to tide them over. They knew the night belonged to Su Mengyan. After Wang Yue filled Wang Shanshan, the women collectively—and gracefully—escorted him to his mother’s courtyard and then dispersed.

"Big Brother, have a happy wedding night with Mom!" Xin’er called out, speaking for everyone. The women all gave him a "thumbs up" or a "fighting" gesture.

Knowing the whole family supported him fucking his own mother made Wang Yue’s heart soar. He gave them a final salute and stepped into the courtyard.

Su Mengyan had been back for a while and had changed into her nightgown. Wang Yue noticed she’d put on a pair of stockings, which sent his libido through the roof.

"All done?" she asked, looking at him with a mysterious, playful smile.

Wang Yue wasn’t sure what she was thinking, so he just nodded. "Yeah."

"You fucked everyone?" she pressed.

"Not everyone. I didn’t touch Jingjing," Wang Yue said, clinging to his last shred of "decency."

"Jingjing is a baby! You were actually thinking about it?" Su Mengyan teased.

"Thinking about it? Sure. But I’m waiting a few years for her to grow up," Wang Yue admitted honestly.

"Qianqian and Shanshan aren’t that old either. How could you even bring yourself to do that?" Su Mengyan looked at her son, amazed that she’d birthed such a little horndog. He was a regular cradle-to-grave predator. Luckily, he still had enough sense to leave Jingjing alone.

Wang Yue was getting nervous. Was she jealous? He asked cautiously, "Mom... what are you trying to say?"

"Nothing. Just talking," she said casually.

They entered the bedroom. Wang Yue vaulted onto the bed, but Su Mengyan took a seat on the sofa nearby. In the garden, surrounded by family, she’d been totally uninhibited. But now, alone with her son, her shyness came back in a rush. The small talk was just her way of breaking the awkwardness.

It was the instinct of a "new bride." Even though he’d been inside her before, the context was totally different now. Her previous marriage and motherhood had been a lie; this was her real first wedding night.

She felt just like any other nervous bride, except her groom was her beloved biological son—which only added a layer of forbidden spice to her blush.

She kept looking for excuses to stall. "You just shot so many times... you should probably rest first," she said—a pretty weak excuse.

Wang Yue couldn’t help but laugh at how cute she was being. He hopped off the bed, scooped her up, and carried her back to the mattress. He guided her small hand onto his cock and grinned. "With a mom as beautiful as you right here, I’m not resting until I’ve had my fill."

The second her hand touched him, her fingers locked around the shaft. It was reflex now. Despite her grip, she still made a face and spat, "I’m your mother. Only animals fuck their own moms."

"If being human means I can’t fuck my own mom," Wang Yue said with pure devotion, "then I’d rather be an animal."