"Mmm…I'll tell you…don't do this…be gentle…" Xia Ling's voice trembled with tears as she continued, "He would lock the office door and make me sit in the chair and take off my shoes…saying he wanted to check the quality of the stockings…at first he just looked at them briefly…and then…"
"He started touching your stockinged feet?" Wang Xiong pressed on, his penis suddenly thrusting against her vulva.
"Mmm…" Mom let out another soft moan, a gush of love juice flowing from her vagina, dripping down her silk-stockinged legs. "Yes… at first I resisted… but he was always so gentle… saying it was a little secret between us…"
"Then you gradually got used to it?"
Wang Xiong maintained a steady rhythm, his body thrusting back and forth, his penis pressing against Mom's vagina through the stockings, while Mom continued to secrete vaginal fluid.
"He… he's very good at training…" Mom lowered her head in shame, her breathing becoming increasingly rapid, "Every time he would first gently caress… then slowly increase the pressure… until I…"
"Until you become sensitive?" Wang Xiong's voice carried a hint of amusement, "Like this?"
Wang Xiong continued thrusting his penis, repeatedly pressing against Mom's silk-stockinged vulva.
"Don't say anymore…" Mom's voice trembled even more, her silk-stockinged legs resting in the bathtub, the water rippling, her vagina continuously dripping spring rain onto the surface of the tub.
"Sister Xia is such a good student," Wang Xiong continued, pressing. "Do you still think of his techniques when you wear stockings?"
Mom was weak all over; if Wang Xiong hadn't been grabbing her breasts from behind, she probably wouldn't have been able to stand.
Under the dual stimulation of the past and the present, she gasped, "Every time…every time I wear stockings…I unconsciously…"
At this point, Wang Xiong squeezed her breasts with both hands, his penis pressing against her vulva. "Hey, Sister Xia isn't being honest. You said you didn't want to, but now you say you think of him every time you wear stockings?"
"I…I…" Mom's voice grew softer and softer, unable to make sense, and she simply stopped talking.
At this moment, Wang Xiong increased the speed of his penis's friction, grabbing Mom's breasts while thrusting rapidly, sometimes rubbing his penis against Mom's inner thighs, sometimes pressing the head of his penis against her tender vulva. The water in the bathtub rippled, and Mom's moans became increasingly uncontrollable.
"Ah…no…don't…slow down…"
Wang Xiong's lips curled into a smile, his voice becoming excited: "Sister Xia, does it feel good when I rub your pussy like this? Anyway, I haven't gone inside, so it's not like I've lost my virginity, right?"
"Ah…no…it's not…it's not like I've lost my virginity…" Enjoying the friction of Wang Xiong's penis, Mom's voice seemed to float in the clouds, and she added, "I'm doing this all for the company…for Xiaowei…that's why…"
"Yes, Sister Xia, this is a sacrifice you make as a president and a mother…it's very noble."
Wang Xiong increased the speed of his friction again, his penis rubbing against the stockings, making a series of rustling sounds.
"Sister Xia, are you about to climax?"
"N-no…not at all…far from it…"
Mom bit her lip, her voice sounding like it was coming from between her teeth, clearly trying her best to hold back.
"Oh? Isn't that right? I can feel your pussy is like a faucet, constantly leaking water, listen!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Xiong immediately stopped rubbing his penis. Then, the sound of water in the bathroom became exceptionally clear.
"Ding-dong...ding-dong ding-dong ding-dong..."
That was the sound of Xia Ling's vaginal fluid dripping through her stockings onto the bathtub surface.
Wang Xiong squeezed Xia Ling's breast hard: "Did you hear that, Sister Xia? Your mouth says no, but your body says it all, hahaha!"
"Ah..."
Xia Ling let out a soft moan, then protested, "It...it's all your fault...this is...a normal bodily reaction..."
Wang Xiong's penis resumed its friction, teasingly saying, "Hehe, Sister Xia's reaction isn't normal. Haven't been with a man for so many years, couldn't resist, huh?"
"Ah...it's none of your business..."
Xia Ling's waist trembled slightly, her silk-clad legs in the bathtub shaking uncontrollably, but she still maintained the last shred of her CEO composure, refusing to admit that she had been reduced to this state by such a young boy as Wang Xiong.
"Sister Xia, starting today…" Wang Xiong's glans moved back and forth against Xia Ling's vulva, "When you wear stockings, you're not allowed to think about him anymore…"
"Ah…be gentle…" Xia Ling gasped softly. She tried to tense her body, but her vulva, dripping with vaginal fluid, became increasingly sensitive. The warm fluid rippled with their movements, the wet stockings clinging to her fair skin, bringing waves of indescribable pleasure.
Wang Xiong's hand slowly moved upwards along her stockinged legs, feeling the warmth of her skin through the soaked stockings.
"From now on, take a picture of yourself wearing stockings every morning and send it to me." He suddenly pinched her inner thigh hard with his fingers. "Keep a few spare pairs in the office too…"
Xia Ling bit her lip, trying to avoid his touch, but Wang Xiong held her firmly. The rubbing of the stockings against her skin brought waves of tingling, and her legs trembled slightly involuntarily.
Wang Xiong's fingers continued to roam over Xia Ling's silk-stockinged legs, from her shapely buttocks to her inner thighs, sometimes gently, sometimes firmly.
"You need to keep the stockings you've worn..." His voice brooked no refusal, his glans suddenly thrusting harder against her vulva. "In the office, I need to check the quality of your stockings."
"No..." Xia Ling's voice was breathless, but her body responded honestly to his touch. Her hands gripped the wall tightly, her knuckles turning white.
Wang Xiong held her waist with one hand, the other pressed against her skin, wantonly playing with her silk-stockinged legs. He could feel Xia Ling's body becoming increasingly sensitive; her vulva opened and closed, releasing waves of lustful fluid, and he could feel her heat even through the stockings.
Amidst the rippling water, Xia Ling's moans grew more rapid. Wang Xiong's glans continued to grind against her vulva, his fingers roaming over her silk-stockinged legs, sometimes kneading her thighs, sometimes pressing her sensitive inner thighs.
"Ah..." Mother's voice trembled with tears, her body trembling uncontrollably under the double stimulation. Wang Xiong's movements grew faster and faster, each thrust of his glans causing her body to tremble slightly, ripples spreading across the surface of her vagina.
"Sister Xia...I'm coming!"
Wang Xiong suddenly let out a low growl, his glans aimed at her vagina. Even through the stockings, Mother could feel a gush of hot, thick semen erupting.
"Oh oh!"
The white, cloudy semen shot into Mother's vagina. Because of the stockings, the semen couldn't penetrate, instead smearing onto her crotch.
At the same time, Mother couldn't help but cry out, "Ah ah!"
The orgasm came suddenly and intensely. Mother's body tensed violently, the vaginal fluids gushing out soaking her stockings, mixing with Wang Xiong's semen, and sliding down her thighs...
She leaned weakly against the wall, her chest heaving, her face flushed with the ecstasy of orgasm.
The water in the bathtub sloshed violently from the vigorous movements, leaving her stockings disheveled. Several runs were caught in places by Wang Xiong's fingers, while others were soaked with her own fluids and the hot water, clinging tightly to her fair skin.
Wang Xiong looked at his disheveled mother with satisfaction. The water droplets on her body outlined her alluring curves, and the runs and water stains on her stockings added to her disheveled beauty. His fingers gently traced the runs, feeling her body tremble slightly.
"By the way, Sister Xia..." he suddenly spoke, his voice somewhat casual, his fingers still teasing her stockinged legs, "I want to transfer to Shang Yan's department as an assistant."
Xia Ling turned her head sharply, her eyes still brimming with lingering desire, but she had regained some clarity.
She seemed to realize something, her body trembling slightly: "You... what do you mean?"
Wang Xiong didn't answer, but instead gave a meaningful smile and pointed in a direction: "Sister Xia, look at that?"
Following Wang Xiong's finger, Xia Ling saw a small action camera in the corner near the bathroom entrance—its lens pointed directly at the bathtub, as if faithfully recording something, or perhaps observing it with a cold eye.