Watching the constantly refreshing comments and the ever-growing number of followers, Mom's face flushed red, and her breathing became increasingly rapid; she felt like she was suffocating.
Finally, Mom bit her red lips, her fingers unconsciously reaching for the small remote control on the table…
She knew she shouldn't be doing this, but the blatant praise and yearning gazes only made her body hotter.
"Just… just once… mmm!"
Mom gently pressed the button on the remote control, and the butterfly inside her immediately vibrated more intensely, pleasure coursing through her body like an electric current, forcing her to tightly clench her legs.
"Is the CEO sister using a vibrator while reading our replies?"
"Didn't the poster say the CEO sister is a little slut who loves wearing stockings? She might be constantly refreshing the post."
"CEO sister, could you please reply to me? Leave an e-signature!"
"No... I really can't look anymore..." Mom murmured softly, her fingers still clicking the mouse incessantly. Each new comment felt like a heavy hammer blow to her last shred of sanity. A constant stream of vaginal fluid had already soaked the chair beneath her, yet she still couldn't bear to look away.
"Oh God... how could this be..."
Mom's breathing became increasingly rapid. She knew she looked incredibly wanton, but she couldn't care less. Butterflies buzzed inside her, waves of pleasure washing over her. Her fingers gripped the edge of the desk tightly, her whole body trembling slightly.
"Ugh...mmm...I can't take it anymore!"
Finally, with a violent jolt, Mom lost control. Her body trembled violently, and her vagina gushed out a large amount of vaginal fluid. She felt as if she had been struck by lightning, convulsing against the chair.
"Ahhhhh...no..." Mom slumped against the desk, moaning and groaning, her chest heaving, tears welling in her eyes.
On the computer screen, the explicit comments continued to refresh, a constant reminder of her recent indulgence.
"If this continues...what am I going to do..."
Mom sobbed softly, immersed in the immediate pleasure, even anticipating the next thrill. She knew she had fallen deeper and deeper into Wang Xiong's trap, from which there was no escape.
…
I hid outside the study door, peeking through the crack at Mom slumped against the desk.
Her clothes were slightly disheveled, her chest heaving, her cheeks flushed, her eyes glazed, and her slightly parted lips still trembling with breath. This abnormal state only added to her alluring charm.
After a while, Mom finally recovered from the afterglow of her climax.
Her trembling, slender fingers slowly moved downwards, revealing her long, shapely legs slightly parted, her small, delicate feet, encased in flesh-colored stockings, curled up nervously.
"Ah...so sensitive..."
Mom gasped softly, seemingly having accidentally touched her engorged vulva. Biting her red lips, she carefully removed the pink butterfly-shaped glistening penis.
"Splash..."
A sudden gushing of love fluid flowed between Mom's legs, soaking the chair and carpet beneath her.
Mom frantically pulled out a tissue, wiping her thighs while muttering self-reproach, "Oh God... how could I have become like this... this can never happen again..."
Watching Mom's flustered state, I felt a mix of emotions.
The poised and elegant female CEO who appeared so sophisticated and dignified in front of others had been reduced to this under Wang Xiong's gradual tutelage. This contrast filled me with an indescribable humiliation, yet a secret excitement also rose within me...
Mom trembled as she pulled up her underwear and stockings, her movements clumsy and unlike her usual self. Then she picked up her trousers from the floor and put them on, even struggling to zip them up several times. Afterward, Mom turned off the computer, bending down to tidy her disheveled clothes and hair, unable to regain her previous elegance and composure.
Seeing Mom about to come out, I quickly slipped around the corner of the hallway.
I held my breath, watching Xia Ling's tall, slender figure emerge from the study. Her gait seemed somewhat unnatural; her shapely legs, encased in stockings beneath her trousers, trembled slightly. Her small, delicate feet, clad in flesh-colored stockings, shuffled softly on the floor in her slippers. Each step seemed like a struggle to stay upright.
Xia Ling gently supported herself against the wall as she made her way to her bedroom. Her slightly hunched back was like a pink butterfly inserted into a vagina—clearly fallen, yet still feigning elegance.
Only after Xia Ling entered her bedroom and the door closed did I breathe a sigh of relief.
Back in my own room, lying on my bed, the scenes from just moments ago kept replaying in my mind.
The "gift" Wang Xiong sent Xia Ling; their video call; Wang Xiong having Xia Ling register an account, take photos and upload them; and the image of Xia Ling actively increasing the vibration of her vibrator while reading forum replies.
Images flashed through my mind, showing Xia Ling lost in pleasure. I felt a surge of intense humiliation, yet also an indescribable excitement.
I forced myself to stop thinking about it, trying to sleep, but I couldn't fall asleep.
After tossing and turning in bed for a long time, I suddenly remembered the photos Xia Ling had uploaded. I had found the forum's URL on her computer before, so I unlocked my phone, entered the forum, and quickly found the post.
The two photos Xia Ling had just uploaded were prominently displayed in the post. Seeing the photo of Xia Ling's vulva wearing a vibrator made my throat dry, my heart pound, and my penis, which had finally softened, hardened again!
In the photo, Xia Ling's long, slender legs gleamed alluringly under the lamplight, half revealing her snow-white skin, the other half encased in flesh-colored stockings. What captivated me most was Xia Ling's vulva—the damp pubic hair, the uniquely shaped pink butterfly, and the clear traces of vaginal fluid—it made my blood boil!
The comments below were even more explicit:
"Holy crap, I can't take it anymore, I just jerked off right there!"
"I really want to grab Madam's ass and fuck her hard, shoving my big cock into her pussy!"
"Hehe, the poster really knows how to have fun, even letting the noble female CEO wear such a unique butterfly vibrator..."
Suddenly, I saw the latest comment below, its refined wording revealing a naked desire: "Every detail of Madam is intoxicating, her slender legs, the glimpses of spring, and her slightly moist vulva..."
And below this comment, it clearly showed "Likes from Desire Madam," timed: one minute ago!
My heart suddenly raced—at this hour, Mom's still awake? Was she also browsing the forum on her phone? The thought of Xia Ling possibly lying in bed, looking at those explicit comments while unconsciously fidgeting with her genitals... made my mouth go dry.
With this bold guess in mind, I tiptoed to Xia Ling's room.
I gently pushed the door open a crack, held my breath, bent slightly, and peered inside.
…
Through the crack, I saw Xia Ling's alluring body leaning against the headboard.
She seemed to have washed up; her business attire had been replaced by a pale purple silk nightgown. Her long, beautiful legs were still encased in semi-transparent flesh-colored stockings, her delicate pink feet appearing exceptionally exquisite and adorable. The soft light from the bedroom lamp bathed her in an ambiguous glow, casting an ambiguous halo around her fair skin.
Xia Ling leaned against the headboard, holding her phone in one hand, while the other unconsciously stroked her stocking-clad legs. The light from the phone screen reflected on her face, catching my keen eye of her slightly parted red lips and rapid breathing. Her hair was disheveled, cascading over her shoulders, making her posture exceptionally alluring.
Just as I suspected, Mom was indeed reading the comments!
"Oh my god... how can there be so many comments..."
Mom murmured softly, her slender fingers swiping across the screen. She even read some comments aloud!
"Madam's legs in stockings are absolutely stunning."
"A seemingly dignified female CEO by day, but at night she posts selfies on forums to please her male admirers..."
"Madam's legs are perfect for stockings; they deserve to be caressed!"
Watching the comments refresh endlessly, Mom subconsciously bit her lip: "How could these people... say such things..."
Her voice carried a hint of shame, yet also a secret anticipation.