Urban Seduction: Housewives Club Chapter 1870 - 202: The Concert 1

She gazed intensely at the man occupying that specific spot within her memories. For a fleeting second, he appeared to be her cherished husband, though he quickly shifted back into the actual Wang Yue.

Flashing a captivating smile toward Wang Yue, Xue Yan grabbed the microphone and began her performance.

Since no staff were present, she had to sing without any backing tracks. However, Xue Yan’s rise to stardom in the past wasn't due to some "unspoken rules," but rather her genuine talent. Consequently, her voice remained hauntingly beautiful even without musical accompaniment or digital editing.

Wang Yue found himself completely captivated by the grace of Xue Yan’s singing.

The melody was exquisite, paired with lyrics that spoke of a young girl’s yearning for a soulmate.

Noticing how deeply Xue Yan was losing herself in the song, a sudden thought struck Wang Yue. He hurried backstage to activate a particular piece of equipment.

This device projected holographic images into the auditorium, creating lifelike illusions that were indistinguishable from a real crowd.

Such machines were originally designed for ordinary people who harbored dreams of fame to enjoy a bit of personal entertainment.

To ensure the projections looked authentic, the system utilized footage from famous concerts; one simply had to swap the original performer's name with their own to experience the thrill.

Wang Yue didn't need to change a thing, however, as several of the stock scenes were actually recorded from Xue Yan’s own legendary performances. He simply flipped the switch.

In the middle of her verse, Xue Yan realized Wang Yue had vanished. She felt a flicker of confusion and was about to stop to find him when the vacant seats were suddenly flooded with people.

Men and women were waving glow sticks emblazoned with the name "Xue Yan," their voices rising in a thunderous roar.

"Xue Yan! Xue Yan!"

"Yan Yan, we love you!"

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Xue Yan instantly grasped what Wang Yue had done, and her heart swelled with such emotion that tears began to blur her vision.

Refusing to let her son’s thoughtful gesture go to waste, she steadied her breathing and continued her song with renewed passion.

Because these virtual figures were so realistic and mirrored events from her own past, Xue Yan became even more immersed in the moment, feeling as though she had truly traveled back in time.

Wang Yue returned to the theater and slipped among the realistic holograms, soaking in the high-energy environment. It was only then that he truly realized just how much fervor Yan’s mother had commanded in her prime.

As she sang with her whole soul, Xue Yan radiated an irresistible allure. The electric atmosphere pushed Wang Yue’s excitement to a breaking point; he suddenly leapt onto the stage, moved behind Yan’s mother, and wrapped his arms around her waist.

"Hey, you little troublemaker, don't be naughty," Xue Yan whispered with a hint of playful annoyance, still lost in the performance.

"Mom, you look breathtaking right now!" Wang Yue declared. He then freed his penis from his trousers and pressed it firmly against Xue Yan’s backside. "I want to have sex with you right here!"

"H-here?" Xue Yan gasped in shock. Even though the audience consisted of virtual images, the high-end technology made them look like real spectators. Furthermore, this was a recreation of her own history. The prospect of having sex with her son in such a setting made her feel incredibly bashful.

Yet, at the same time, the situation sparked an intense, indescribable thrill within her, and she found herself craving it.

Wang Yue didn't wait for her permission. He hiked up her voluminous skirt and tore away her underwear and thong. Without hesitation, he pushed his penis between her thighs, rubbing it against her vagina.

Xue Yan had no defense against Wang Yue; she was already overwhelmed with arousal. As he moved, her vaginal fluids flowed like a fountain, and her desire to sing evaporated.

While rubbing against her, Wang Yue commanded, "Mom, don't stop. I want you to keep singing while I have sex with you."

Xue Yan obediently tried to continue, but the familiar lyrics now came out shaky and completely off-key. The sensation of his penis grinding against her vagina in this simulated stadium drove her arousal to new heights.

Just as Xue Yan reached the song's crescendo, Wang Yue drove his penis deep into her hot, welcoming vagina.

"Oh..." A loud cry of ecstasy escaped her lips, and her singing came to an abrupt halt.

"Mom, keep those sexy sounds down; all your fans are watching," Wang Yue teased, whispering directly into her ear.

"Good son, being fucked in front of all these fans... it’s so exhilarating! Faster, push harder and fuck my sexy pussy!" Xue Yan cried out, completely caught up in the thrill.

Wang Yue glanced at the crowd, seeing their vivid, adoring eyes, and asked, "Mom, do you think these fans are fantasizing about you?"

"Most likely," Xue Yan admitted. Although she had maintained a pure public image, her hourglass figure was impossible to ignore, so it was only natural for people to have lustful thoughts about her.

She quickly added, "But they can only dream. Good son, use your big dick to fuck me for them—give me what they’ll never have!"

Suddenly, Wang Yue stopped and pulled his penis out of Xue Yan’s hot, sexy pussy. He reclined on the stage floor and laughed, "Mom, it’s your turn to put on a show. Go ahead and show your fans what you're capable of."

Xue Yan immediately parted her legs and straddled Wang Yue, guiding his penis back into her pussy. With a forceful thrust of her hips, she took his nearly twenty-centimeter-long penis all the way inside.

As she began to grind up and down rapidly, she shouted toward her digital admirers, "You might love me, but my heart belongs only to my son. Look at this! The goddess you dream of every night is riding her son; the breasts you crave are being squeezed by his hands. Even this sexy pussy you've only imagined is being pounded by her son's penis right now!"

"Mom, you’re incredibly sexy!" Even Wang Yue was stunned by her sudden wildness. He wondered if she had always harbored a secret desire to be fucked on stage.

Or perhaps every woman finds a unique thrill in being fucked in the place where she is most professional?

Xue Yan gyrated her hips frantically, letting Wang Yue’s penis churn inside her, laughing with pure excitement. "That’s it, mom loves it when you fuck me like this. Good son, don't just lie there—move with me so mom can feel even more pleasure."

Wang Yue complied, thrusting upward to match her rhythm, relentlessly pounding her mature, sexy pussy.

In such a high-stakes, erotic environment, Xue Yan couldn't hold out for long. She quickly spiraled into a powerful orgasm under Wang Yue’s fierce assault.

After savoring the warmth of Wang Yue’s semen, the fog of lust began to clear. Feeling a wave of self-consciousness, Xue Yan whispered, "Son, let's head backstage. It feels a bit strange staying out here."