"Since Madam is a female CEO, she must wear a business suit, right? I can't help but imagine what's under her stockings."
"That scene in the bathroom shows that Madam's stockinged feet must be very sensitive."
"Her vagina must be exquisite too."
With each explicit comment, Mom's breathing quickened. Leaning against the headboard, her long, shapely legs in stockings unconsciously crossed and rubbed together, the rustling sound of the stockings particularly clear in the quiet bedroom.
"I really want to touch Madam's stockinged legs, running my fingers up her thighs all the way to her vagina."
This comment sent a shiver down Mom's spine. Holding her phone in one hand, she used the other to gently stroke her own thigh, just like the gesture in the comment.
"Mmm...don't touch...mmm..."
Mom said this, but her hands didn't stop. Her slender fingers unconsciously caressed her stockinged thighs, slowly sliding upwards until they reached under her nightgown, touching her full vulva through the stockings and panties.
"I want to see a video of Madam masturbating, it must be very exciting."
"I want to see Madam trembling with pleasure..."
"I wonder how wet Madam is, how tight her vulva is, hahaha."
Enticed by these comments, Mom pressed her vulva harder, her fingertips rubbing and kneading it back and forth. Soon, Mom, who had just had an orgasm in the study, felt her vulva flowing with lustful fluid again.
"Mmm...mmm...mmm..."
Accompanied by soft moans, Mom held her phone in one hand to check the comments, while her other hand pressed even harder.
Just then, a newly viewed comment sent a chill down her spine:
"I really want to stand behind Madam in front of the mirror, and Madam will lift her skirt to reveal her vulva. I'll gently caress her silk-stockinged legs, starting from her ankles and slowly moving upwards to her silk-stockinged buttocks, then penetrating her crotch to tease her vulva, watching her lose control..."
This vividly descriptive comment completely overwhelmed Xia Ling. She bit her red lips, her voice filled with barely concealed anticipation: "No...don't touch..." Her gaze involuntarily drifted to the full-length mirror in the bedroom, her breathing becoming more rapid.
Finally, she put down her phone and slowly got up.
Her movements were hesitant yet decisive. Her long, shapely legs, clad in silk stockings, slid off the bed, her pale purple silk nightgown swaying gently with her movements. Finally, she stood before the mirror.
Facing the mirror, she first lowered her head shyly, then slowly raised her eyes, examining her reflection.
At this moment, Mom's face was flushed, her eyes glazed over; all traces of her usual CEO-like elegance were gone. She turned slightly, admiring her reflection in the mirror, her fingers unconsciously tracing the barely visible curves of her body beneath her silk nightgown.
"Is this really so alluring?"
Mom looked in the mirror, her slender fingers trembling as she grasped the hem of her nightgown. She hesitated for a moment, then gently lifted it, revealing her thighs encased in stockings, and her sensitive area, already damp with vaginal fluid.
"Ah...so...so shameful..."
Mom quickly lowered the nightgown and returned to the bedside. She intended to lie down immediately, but her first instinct was to grab her phone.
A new comment caught her eye, and Mom read it aloud softly: "Madam's stockinged feet... are the sexiest... I really want to put her stockinged feet in my mouth... suck them hard... and finally have her clamp my penis between her legs... my penis throbbing... just thinking about it makes me incredibly excited..."
Mom sat down on the bed, stunned, her legs bent and crossed in the same direction.
As she looked at the undisguised comment, she slowly traced the lines of the stockings, her fingertips sliding down her legs to her feet. Each touch made her tremble slightly, her breathing becoming more rapid.
"No... don't touch my stockinged feet..." Mom murmured softly, her fingers already resting on the instep of her foot, quietly savoring its smooth texture.
Just then, another new comment appeared: "OP, will Madam update her photos again tonight?"
Mom's face flushed, touching her beautiful stockinged feet, she naturally didn't reply to this comment.
However, Wang Xiong's reply quickly appeared below the post: "Brothers, if you're a little more enthusiastic, maybe our Lady of Desire will suddenly update, hehe."
Seeing Wang Xiong's comment, Mom trembled, her fingers sliding more forcefully across her stockings.
The comment section began to refresh frantically.
"Lady's stockinged legs are perfect for kneeling on the bed..."
Mom bit her red lips and slowly knelt on the bed.
Her silk nightgown spread open with her movement, revealing her long, slender legs encased in stockings. She trembled as she raised her phone, switched to selfie mode, and pressed the shutter.
In the photo, Mom's face was flushed, her eyes were glazed, and she exuded an alluring charm.
"I want to see Lady lying on the bed, legs crossed..."
This comment made Mom's breath catch in her throat.
She lay down gently, her long, slender legs elegantly crossed. The friction of her stockings against her skin allowed Xia Ling's fingers to lightly trace every inch of her beautiful legs, from her ankles upwards, each touch sending shivers down her spine.
"Madam must look so alluring with her back to the mirror..."
Xia Ling took a deep breath, sat at the foot of the bed, and turned away from the mirror.
She tilted her head slightly, looking at her reflection with a seductive gaze. The silk nightgown, in this pose, perfectly outlined her curves. Then, Xia Ling's trembling fingers pressed the shutter again.
"I really want to see Madam sitting at the dressing table, her beautiful legs crossed..."
She got up and walked to the dressing table, sitting down gently.
One leg elegantly crossed over the other, her stockinged feet swaying gently. Xia Ling's eyes in the mirror were glazed, her red lips slightly parted, her breathing rapid.
And then, another "click," and the pose was frozen in time.
"These photos... I can only keep them to myself..."
Mom murmured softly, sitting at the dressing table, her face flushed as she transferred the photos to an encrypted album.
Suddenly, a comment made her feel hot all over:
"I really want to see Madam masturbating in front of the mirror, naked, watching herself while touching her clitoris, squirting wildly when she climaxes!"
Mom's breathing became more rapid. Looking at herself in the mirror, her fingers unconsciously traced her silk nightgown: "No... this is really going too far... absolutely not."
However, then, Mom lied to herself, "Anyway, no one knows..."
She leaned against the dressing table, one hand on the surface, the other slowly stroking her neck. Her face in the mirror was flushed, her eyes hazy, her pearly teeth lightly biting her red lips; each touch made her tremble slightly.
"No...don't do this..."
Though Mom said this, her fingers continued involuntarily. She slowly stood up, her silk nightgown slipping down with her movement, revealing her fair skin and, at the same time, her two snow-white breasts.
At this moment, my eyes widened, and I carefully held my breath—Mom wasn't wearing a bra. After the nightgown slipped down, her two large, white breasts were directly exposed to the air, her pink nipples engorged and erect!
Mom kicked the stool back with her leg, leaning against the dressing table. One hand supported her on the table, and the other slowly moved down, first pulling her stockings and panties down to her thighs, then, her fair fingers resolutely moved towards her vulva!
"Mmm...the last...last time..."
Mom whispered, her breathing becoming increasingly rapid, her chest heaving. Her reflection in the mirror showed a dazed expression, as if she were immersed in a self-absorbed pleasure. This was a side of Mom I had never seen before!
"Mmm...there...it's so sensitive there..."
Mom had already inserted a finger into her vagina. Her phone lay on the dressing table; she glanced at the comments on it every now and then, then at her reflection in the mirror, her fingers moving faster and faster.
"Glug glug..."
With each rubbing of her fingers, her vaginal fluids rippled and made joyful sounds.
"Mmm...don't touch me...mmm...no...not there...uh-huh..."
Mom's voice grew sweeter and sweeter. Her hands were clasped behind her back, her fingertips teasing her sensitive clitoris. Her beautiful legs, encased in stockings, trembled slightly, and a jolt of electricity seemed to run through her entire body.
"Mmm...mmmmmmmmmmmmm..."
Mom's moans grew more intense; she couldn't even bear to look at herself in the mirror anymore, so she lowered her head, increasing the pressure of her hand as she continued to tease her tender vulva.