This scene made me, hiding by the door, parched. I gripped the doorframe with one hand, and my other hand involuntarily reached into my pants, but the moment I touched my penis, I recoiled as if electrocuted.
No, that's my Mom! How could I do this to her?
Suppressing my desire, I pulled my hand out of my pants, my eyes never leaving Mom.
Time ticked by, and Mom was completely immersed in the pleasure of masturbation. Her movements became faster and faster, her stockinged legs trembled more and more violently, and streams of vaginal fluid splashed from her fingertips, filling the entire bedroom with a scent of desire.
"Mmm...mmm...mmm..."
With a series of moans, Mom finally reached her climax.
"Ah... I can't take it anymore..."
Mom cried out, trembling. Her entire body was like a fully drawn bow, her beautiful legs encased in stockings trembling violently, and her shapely feet in silk stockings curled tightly on the carpet.
"Ah—!"
In the final moment, Mom suddenly threw her head back, her hair tracing a graceful arc as it cascaded over her shoulders. Accompanied by a moan, a gush of fluid spurted from below, some splashing onto her legs, but most soaking the carpet beneath her!
"Mmm... Ugh..."
At this moment, Mom was like a blooming, vibrant rose, suppressed moans overflowing from her rosy lips, completely immersed in boundless pleasure.
"So good..."
After a while, Mom finally calmed down.
Soft breaths escaped from her high-bridged nose. Mom looked at her disheveled reflection in the mirror, her eyes filled with both shame and a hint of relief. She slowly removed her stockings and panties, standing naked in front of the mirror, gently tidying her disheveled hair, her movements tinged with languid satisfaction.
"Anyway…no one will see…"
Mom said softly, her voice filled with relief and joy.
At this moment, she finally reconciled with her desires, accepting her truest self.
Meanwhile, on the forum, Wang Xiong's post saw hundreds more replies, and Mom's follower count had surpassed a thousand. Every explicit reply, every pair of eager eyes, awaited the next update from "Madam Desire"...
I quietly left Mom's room, returned to my own, lay on the bed, my heart still pounding.
The room was quiet in the dead of night; as far as the eye could see, only the moonlight shone through the window.
I closed my eyes, but couldn't fall asleep. The image I'd just witnessed kept replaying in my mind: Xia Ling's alluring expression in front of the mirror, the seductive way she played with her clitoris, and her final expression of ecstasy…
My hand unconsciously reached down.
My most primal desire was battling against the guilt in my heart. In the end, desire prevailed. Thinking of Xia Ling, I gripped my penis and frantically masturbated, both as a response to my inner desire and as a kind of vengeful pleasure.
"Why...why was I allowed to kneel in the office and lick Wang Xiong's penis..."
"Why was I allowed to give him a footjob with my stockinged feet..."
"Why was I allowed to take off all my clothes, wearing pantyhose, and take a bath with him..."
"Why was I allowed to use the vibrator he sent, and even take pictures and post them on the forum..."
"Ahhhhhhh!"
At the moment of ejaculation, I couldn't help but let out a violent roar, thinking of Xia Ling, my semen gushing out, my hands filled with a hot, sticky feeling.
After calming down, looking at the ceiling, that deep sense of guilt surged up again.
...
The night passed, downtown, Lingya Building.
Morning sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, falling on the carpet of the CEO's office in the Lingya Building.
Xia Ling was looking down at documents, her dark blue suit highlighting her elegant temperament, beneath which was a champagne-colored silk blouse, the collarbone faintly visible at the neckline exuding an alluring sheen.
Today, Mom was still dressed in pantyhose, her slim-fitting trousers accentuating her slender legs. 15D nude pantyhose encased her long, shapely legs, and she wore black patent leather high heels with heels easily ten centimeters high.
Shang Yan entered, wearing a smoky gray suit paired with a light pink silk blouse. Her pencil skirt stopped just above her knees, revealing her long, beautiful legs encased in pearly gray stockings. Her black pointed-toe high heels clicked almost silently on the carpet, each step exuding the elegance and charm unique to mature women.
"President Xia," Shang Yan said with a slight bow, her skirt swaying gently with her movement.
"Sit."
Mom looked up to acknowledge her, her gaze inadvertently sweeping over Shang Yan's stockinged legs. Remembering the image of herself stroking those stockinged legs while reading comments last night, her heart skipped a beat.
The two elegant women sat facing each other, a faint scent of perfume filling the air.
Shang Yan took a report from a folder: "We've done a detailed analysis of the market response forecast for tomorrow's press conference."
"Tell me about it."
Mom elegantly crossed her legs, the stockings beneath her trousers rustling softly. This gesture reminded her of the position they'd assumed in bed last night, and her cheeks flushed slightly.
"According to the data analysis, the market expectations for this new product are excellent." Shang Yan opened the report. "The buzz on major social media platforms continues to rise, especially among the fashion bloggers we invited; their fans are already looking forward to tomorrow's live stream."
Mom nodded: "What about the media?"
"Twenty mainstream media outlets have confirmed their attendance," Shang Yan adjusted her posture, her legs, encased in pearly gray stockings, exuding elegance. "We expect headline coverage to reach over 85% after the press conference."
The two continued discussing market strategy and sales forecasts, from brand positioning and competitor analysis to future market layout, all demonstrating the strategic brilliance of a powerful businesswoman.
As the conversation drew to a close, Shang Yan suddenly mentioned, "By the way, Sister Ling, I've been having Wang Xiong organize goods in the warehouse these past few days." A hint of smugness lingered in her voice. "That little pervert who loves staring at women's stockings deserves to suffer a bit."
Hearing Wang Xiong's name, Mom's body trembled almost imperceptibly.
She thought of the "Desire Lady" account on the forum, her own indulgence in front of the mirror, and the pleasure brought by that pink butterfly vibrator… a strange feeling welled up inside her.
"Sister Ling?" Shang Yan noticed her distraction.
"Oh," Mom quickly composed herself, donning her CEO persona again, "How… how did he perform?" Mom asked, feigning calmness.
"He's quite diligent in moving goods... but this kind of brat is only fit for moving things," Shang Yan sneered. "Yesterday I made him kneel down and polish my high heels, and he was quite happy to do it."
Xia Ling's breathing quickened slightly. She remembered how, every time Shang Yan put Wang Xiong down, he would escalate his demands during their video chat that night, making her feel both ashamed and vaguely uneasy.
"Actually..." Xia Ling said softly, "there's no need to be too strict with him; after all, he's still a child."
"Why is Sister Ling suddenly speaking up for him?" Shang Yan asked, somewhat surprised, her stockinged legs swaying slightly.
"Nothing," Xia Ling quickly composed herself, speaking with the calm tone of a female CEO, "I just feel that excessive suppression will backfire." As she said this, she could feel a tingling sensation on her skin beneath the pantyhose.
"But..." Shang Yan wanted to say something more, but Xia Ling slightly raised her hand to interrupt her.
"By the way, about the marketing strategy for next quarter..."
Mom elegantly crossed her legs, the 15D flesh-colored pantyhose making a soft rustling sound. She subtly adjusted her posture, trying to calm her suddenly rapid heartbeat.
The sunlight streaming through the French windows gradually brightened, illuminating the stockinged legs of the two beautiful women.
Mom appeared to be attentively listening to Shang Yan's report, but her mind was already wandering. Thinking of the pink butterfly vibrator Wang Xiong had given her, and the enthusiastic replies from male netizens on the forum, her breathing quickened slightly, but outwardly she maintained the noble and authoritative demeanor befitting a female CEO.
Only she knew that beneath that dignified and elegant exterior, a subtle change had quietly taken place within her...