Urban Seduction: Housewives Club

As expected, after playing until late in the evening and having dinner out, Ye Fei collapsed onto the living room sofa the moment they got home, too exhausted to move.

"Ye Fei, go take a shower. I need to talk to you later," Liu Yiru said, ignoring her son's fatigue as she pulled him up. She knew she had to strike while the iron was hot—her goal was to tire him out so he wouldn't have the energy to think about anything else, and then she could instill some proper values in him.

Ye Fei had always been a good boy who listened to his mother. Even though he was "physically exhausted," he obediently went into the bathroom.

About ten minutes later, Liu Yiru saw her son walk out of the bathroom. But he wasn't wearing any clothes—just a white towel wrapped around his waist, exposing his muscular upper body and strong legs.

Seeing her son's sexy physique, Liu Yiru couldn't help but blush and feel her heart race. Although she had seen him naked the night before, he had been lying down then, and the visual impact wasn't as intense as it was now.

Only now did she realize that her son, who had once been a tiny baby, had grown into a handsome man who could attract any woman.

Her son's athleticism and sensuality stirred something in Liu Yiru that had never been stirred before. It wasn't about anything inappropriate—just a natural human reaction to seeing an attractive member of the opposite sex. It was the same instinct that made a son notice his mother's beauty or a father suddenly see his daughter as a grown woman.

Liu Yiru had originally planned to lecture her son right away, but her heart wasn't calm enough. So she said, "Wait for me a moment. I'll take a shower too, and then we'll talk."

Without waiting for her son to respond, Liu Yiru hurried into the bathroom.

Since Ye Fei had just left, the bathroom was still filled with his masculine scent, which made Liu Yiru's body even warmer. To calm herself down, she filled the tub with cold water and soaked herself in it.

Sure enough, the cold water helped her cool down. But she was still troubled. She didn't understand what was happening to her. Ever since that ambiguous moment with her son the day before, she felt like she had become more... lustful. Not only had she easily agreed to help him with that, but now she was even feeling attracted to her son.

What Liu Yiru didn't know—and what even Ye Fei didn't fully realize—was that their bond was so deep that they had become almost inseparable in some ways.

Being intimate with her son, even having sex, was no longer just about excitement or stimulation for Liu Yiru—it had become part of her nature. Ye Fei could seal her memories and her cultivation, but he couldn't seal her instincts. If it weren't for her strong willpower, Ye Fei wouldn't have needed to seduce her at all—they would've ended up in bed naturally the night before.

After a while, she decided to stop overthinking and focus on educating her son. But before she could get out of the tub and get dressed, she heard the door open—and saw her son walk in.

Liu Yiru was startled and quickly curled up, covering her private parts, her face flushed as she scolded him, "Ye Fei, what are you doing barging in here?"

Ye Fei walked over to the tub, looking distressed. "Mom, it's hard again." As he spoke, he yanked off his towel, exposing his erect penis right in front of his mother.

Compared to the previous day's view from above, seeing it at eye level now made Liu Yiru feel it was even bigger. She couldn't help but stare at it as she asked, "Aren't you tired?"

"I'm tired—my body is exhausted—but it's not tired at all," Ye Fei said, a little embarrassed.

Perhaps it was because she was getting used to it, but Liu Yiru had completely forgotten that she had said yesterday she wouldn't help her son with this again. With her left arm still covering her chest, she reached out her right hand and wrapped it around the thick, hard cock in front of her eyes. She gave it a gentle squeeze and said in amazement, "I don't know what's going on with you. Your body is so exhausted, but this thing is still so hard."

"Ji… ba?" Ye Fei repeated the word blankly, looking confused.

Liu Yiru was also stunned for a moment. She couldn't understand why she had just said that word so naturally—something that used to make her blush just thinking about it.

However, since she had already said it, trying to retract it would only make things more awkward. So she gave her son's cock a little shake and said, "Yeah, that's it."

"So that's what it's called," Ye Fei said, as if he had just learned something new. "I used to call it my little stick."

"Little stick?" Liu Yiru couldn't help but laugh. "If that's a little stick, then what counts as big?"

"Is it really that big?" Ye Fei asked.

"It is!" Liu Yiru nodded seriously. Although she had only ever seen one in real life, she knew well enough what the average size was. Her son's was more than twice the normal size.

"Mom, do you like my big cock?" Ye Fei suddenly asked with a grin.

"Tch! You're always so naughty—who could like it?" Liu Yiru scolded him playfully, but her hand continued to stroke his cock naturally.

Ye Fei enjoyed the service of his mother's soft, delicate hand, but then asked, "So would you prefer it stayed soft?"

"That wouldn't be good either. If you couldn't get hard, I'd be worried," Liu Yiru replied. Suddenly, she felt that talking to her son like this while stroking his cock was actually kind of nice. Maybe she could use this moment to guide him back onto the right path.

"So what do you want me to do?" Ye Fei asked with a troubled look.

That question hit Liu Yiru right where she wanted. She quickly took the opportunity and said, "What Mom hopes for is that it stays soft most of the time, and only gets hard when you're with a girl you like."

"But that's exactly what happens," Ye Fei said. "I like you, Mom, so it gets hard when I'm with you. Isn't that right?"

"Of course not," Liu Yiru said helplessly. "I'm your mother. You can like anyone, just not me."

"But I do like you!" Ye Fei said stubbornly again.

Seeing that reasoning wasn't working, Liu Yiru let go of her son's cock and threatened, "If you keep this up, I won't help you anymore."

"No, Mom, please! It's so uncomfortable!" Ye Fei quickly grabbed her hand and placed it back on his cock, pleading, "Good Mom, I'll listen to you!"

Liu Yiru took hold of his cock again, but didn't move her hand. Instead, she asked, "Really?"

"Really!" Ye Fei nodded quickly. "I won't say I like you again unless you agree, okay?"

"That's my good boy," Liu Yiru said with satisfaction. She didn't notice the clever wording in her son's promise—after all, she thought she'd never agree. Then she brought her left hand over as well, just like the day before, and used both hands to pleasure him.

Now, with both hands occupied, Liu Yiru had nothing left to cover her chest. Her large, firm, snow-white breasts were fully exposed in front of her son, bouncing slightly with each stroke.

This was the first time Ye Fei had seen his mother's breasts since she had returned to her "goddess" state, and the excitement was no less than the very first time. He forgot everything else, his eyes fixed on them as if he wanted to melt into them.

Liu Yiru felt her son's already rock-hard cock stiffen even more and looked at him in confusion—only to find him staring at her breasts with drool practically dripping from his mouth. She blushed but also felt a woman's pride. Still, she scolded him playfully, "You little pervert, what are you looking at?"

"Mom, I want to touch them," Ye Fei said without hiding his thoughts.

Liu Yiru put on a stern face. "Didn't you just promise me something? Are you going back on your word already?"

"I didn't say I like you—I just want to touch your…" Ye Fei quickly explained, then changed the subject. "By the way, Mom, what do you call these?"

"Boobs," Liu Yiru answered without thinking, using the term she was most familiar with—and the one her son loved to hear most.

"Right, I just want to touch your boobs," Ye Fei said immediately.

"Oh, please, you're not a little kid anymore. What kind of grown man still wants to touch his mom's boobs?" Liu Yiru scolded.

"Well, you're touching my cock, aren't you?" Ye Fei replied.

"Fine, let's compromise—neither of us touches the other, okay?" Liu Yiru teased.

"No, Mom, please! Keep touching my cock, and let me touch your boobs, please?" Ye Fei used the same pleading tone he had when he was six years old. "Mom, please, I'm begging you."

Liu Yiru was stunned. Her son hadn't acted like this in years, and it was the one thing she couldn't resist. So even though she knew it wasn't right, she nodded. "Alright, Mom agrees."

"Thank you, Mom!" Ye Fei shouted happily. He bent down, making sure not to interfere with his mom's stroking, and reached both hands to her chest. He gently cupped her soft yet firm breasts and began to knead them.

"Mom, your boobs are so big and soft—they feel amazing," Ye Fei said sincerely as he fondled them.

Liu Yiru had already been aroused from playing with her son's cock for so long. Now, with her sensitive breasts being touched, she became even more lost in desire. She even responded, "Son, your cock is so big and hard—it feels so good in Mom's hands."

After that, the bathroom fell silent—except for the slightly heavier breathing of the mother and son, both lost in the pleasure of each other's touch.