Mom subconsciously touched her burning ears, then quickly lowered them after realizing her reaction. She adjusted her posture, trying to mask her inner turmoil with a stern tone. "Wang Xiong, what exactly do you mean? I'm warning you…"
"Warning?" Wang Xiong interrupted Xia Ling. "Sister Xia, are you sure you want to warn me? Believe me or not, I'll immediately upload the uncensored original video to the forum, so everyone can see how I brought Xia Ling, the noble female CEO of Lingya Group, to orgasm in the bathroom…"
"No!" Xia Ling hurriedly stopped him, her voice softening. "You… what do you want?"
Faced with Wang Xiong's blatant threat, Xia Ling had long lost her CEO's authority, becoming like a helpless little girl, completely controlled by him.
"It's simple," Wang Xiong's voice suddenly became low and dangerous. "Sister Xia, I want you to admit that you actually enjoy this feeling, don't you?"
Xia Ling bit her lip, remaining silent. The warm light of the desk lamp illuminated her delicate profile, her long, beautiful legs, encased in black stockings, nervously crossed under the table.
"Look at you now," Wang Xiong continued, his voice seductive. "Your ears are red, your breathing is rapid, and even though you're video chatting with me, your eyes are constantly darting to the comments on the computer screen… What are you expecting, Sister Xia?"
"I'm not!" Mom hurriedly denied, but her expression and actions betrayed her. Her beautiful, watery eyes still unconsciously darted between the phone and computer screens, as if captivated by the explicit comments.
"Not? Then why don't you close the webpage?" Wang Xiong pressed on. "Admit it, Sister Xia, you actually enjoy being admired and desired. The guys on the forum say you have 'noble temperament' and 'a mature, sophisticated woman.' Aren't you secretly pleased?"
Mom pursed her red lips, not immediately denying it. Her slender fingers unconsciously caressed the hem of her silk nightgown, and her two beautiful legs in black stockings instinctively tightened under the table. That usually dignified and elegant face now wore a complex expression I'd never seen before, a mixture of shame and anticipation.
"This… I'll let it go this time," Mom tried to change the subject, her voice trembling slightly. "I'm warning you, don't do this again! Otherwise…"
"Otherwise what?" Wang Xiong chuckled. "Sister Xia, you don't look intimidating at all right now. But it's alright, it's getting late, let's call it a day. Remember to check back often, maybe there will be even more exciting content…"
After the video call ended, Mom slumped into her chair, her hands covering her burning cheeks. I saw her gaze unconsciously drift to the computer screen again, her long fingers hesitating on the mouse, as if she wanted to take another look at the comments. But ultimately, as if frightened by her own thoughts, she quickly looked away.
Mom's hands trembled as she closed the webpage and then shut down the computer.
She stood up from the chair, her beautiful legs in black stockings still a little weak. She lowered her head, her gaze lingering on her figure, especially her long, slender legs encased in black stockings. Her fingers lightly traced the stockings, as if confirming the "perfect leg shape" described in the comments.
Seeing Xia Ling preparing to leave the study, I quickly tiptoed back to my room.
Lying in bed, I recalled the scene, my feelings growing increasingly complex. My usually decisive and efficient businesswoman mother was now gradually succumbing to Wang Xiong's influence. What confused me even more was that she seemed to genuinely enjoy being admired and desired.
I tossed and turned, unable to sleep. The image of Xia Ling's legs, glistening alluringly under the lamplight, and the complex look of shame and anticipation in her eyes as she looked at the comments kept replaying in my mind.
Was this still my noble and elegant mother?
...
Meanwhile, Mom gently closed the study door, leaned against it, and let out a long sigh.
She looked down at her body, encased in a black silk nightgown, especially her long, beautiful legs. The sheer black stockings clung so vividly to her skin, the lingering sensation of unconsciously rubbing against them as she read those comments.
"What's wrong with me..." she murmured to herself, slowly walking towards the bedroom.
The warm light from the bedside lamp filtered through the sheer curtains, casting an intimate glow in every corner of the bedroom, adding a touch of ambiguity to this unusual night. Mom stood before the dressing mirror, her gaze unconsciously sweeping over her reflection.
The black silk nightgown shimmered softly under the light, the lace trim at the neckline peeking through, but most alluring were her long, beautiful legs encased in sheer black stockings, exuding a fatal allure in the warm light.
Xia Ling gently adjusted the lamp's angle until the light perfectly outlined her body. She turned slightly to the side, letting the light and shadow dance across her figure, admiring the subtly revealed curves in the mirror. Her beautiful legs, clad in black stockings, exuded stunning allure from every angle under this light.
"Noble temperament..."
She recalled the comments on the forum, unconsciously straightening her back, extending her right leg slightly forward, her toes lightly touching the ground, the instep encased in black stockings forming a beautiful arc. She gently rotated her ankle, watching the delicate sheen of the stockings under the light, as if she could feel countless eyes watching this scene.
"So sophisticated and mature..."
Another comment surfaced in her mind, and a seductive smile unconsciously curved her lips. Her fingers slowly manipulated the hem of her nightgown, deliberately letting it peek out from her thigh. She turned around, her back to the mirror, then looked back at herself in the mirror; this pose revealed her curves perfectly.
The hem of the nightgown swayed gently with Xia Ling's movements, the soft rustling sound mingling with the rustling of the stockings, exceptionally alluring in the quiet room. Her fingers slowly slid upwards along the outside of her thigh, feeling the warmth of the skin beneath the ultra-thin black stockings.
"Legs like that, simply perfect..."
Recalling the comment, Mom faced the mirror, took a few steps back, and finally sat on the edge of the bed.
She gently ran her hands over her thighs, down to her knees, then slowly parted her legs, then gracefully crossed them again.
This movement made the stockings rustle even more delicately, and coupled with the comment in her mind, Mom felt her heart race and her cheeks flush.