Her fingers trembled slightly, her movements clumsy as she unbuttoned the first button.
Mom kept her head down, not daring to look at Wang Xiong's face. Wang Xiong, sitting on the sofa, looked up, his eyes fixed on her, a smirk of excitement playing on his lips.
"Hurry up and take it off, Sister Xia, you have to take it all off..."
Wang Xiong's words were like a sharp sword, constantly reminding Mom of the humiliation she was about to face. She took a deep breath, forcing back her tears.
The second, the third...
The buttons on the suit jacket were undone one by one, the fabric rustling softly. When it was completely undone, a larger area of the white silk shirt underneath was revealed, and Mom's pert breasts, hidden beneath the shirt, formed an astonishingly high curve.
"Take it off, Sister Xia, why aren't you moving?"
Wang Xiong rubbed his hands impatiently. Mom took another breath, and then slowly took off the suit jacket. The moment she took it off, Wang Xiong swiftly reached out and grabbed her, his dirty fingers roughly seizing her suit jacket, then pervertedly brought it to his nose and inhaled deeply.
"Mmm...even the jacket smells so good, I can't even imagine what Xia-jie's stockings will smell like later..."
Xia Ling's eyes flashed with disgust, but to Wang Xiong, it meant nothing; he was used to it.
"Go on, Xia-jie, take off your shirt first, hehe!"
Wang Xiong's eyes were fixed on Xia Ling's chest; he couldn't wait to admire her large breasts.
Xia Ling remained silent, using her fair hands to unbutton her silk shirt, one button at a time, each button like a barrier being removed. As the shirt hem slipped from her trousers, the silk fabric slid past her waist, sending a small shiver down her spine.
Meanwhile, beneath Xia Ling's shirt, her bra, never before revealed to Wang Xiong, was almost spilling out. Today, Xia Ling was wearing high-end lingerie from Lingya; the black lace bra firmly supported her two large, snow-white breasts. The lace trim exuded an innate elegance, and the deep black color accentuated her white breasts, conveying more of a noble aura than a sense of eroticism.
"Damn… Sister Xia is really something…"
Wang Xiong sat on the sofa, his eyes gleaming, unable to resist leaning forward and looking up at Xia Ling.
"Quick… take it off."
Xia Ling gently stretched out her arm, and as soon as the white silk shirt slipped off her body, Wang Xiong grabbed it.
"So fragrant… mmm…"
Wang Xiong held Xia Ling's shirt to his nose and inhaled deeply. The elegant perfume mixed with Xia Ling's mature, alluring scent instantly made him dizzy, his body trembling violently.
He looked up again and saw that Xia Ling's upper body was completely white. Under the living room light, her skin was like the finest jade—her beautiful shoulders, delicate collarbones, and flat, firm abdomen were all exposed to the cool air. At this moment, only a black lace bra remained stubbornly on her upper body, as if guarding her last shred of dignity.
"Sister Xia, continue, continue!"
Wang Xiong's eyes were fixed on Xia Ling's breasts, the cleavage between them seemingly bottomless. He tilted his head back, swallowing several times.
Simply taking off her coat and shirt felt like an eternity to Xia Ling. The thought of having to take off her pants next still weighed heavily on her mind. She bit her red lips, forcing herself to endure the humiliation, and said, "Really? We can talk about it again…"
Xia Ling instinctively hugged herself, her fingertips touching the slightly cool skin.
"Are you kidding me, Sister Xia?" Wang Xiong refused bluntly, then switched to a threatening tone, "Stop dawdling, hurry up and take it off. Then put the maid outfit back on, and we'll start today's program."
Mom sighed, but she was helpless against Wang Xiong's threat.
She could only slow down as much as possible, her slender fingers touching the metal buttons of her trousers, first unbuttoning them, then slowly pulling down the zipper, the sound particularly jarring in the quiet living room.
Wang Xiong commented, "Hehe... no wonder it's Sister Xia, she always has stockings under her panties."
As Mom's trousers slid down her long, beautiful legs to her ankles, the sexy triangle area covered by flesh-colored stockings and panties came into Wang Xiong's view. The panties were naturally Lingya's high-end product, matching the bra, both black lace. Beneath the thin, sheer stockings, the inverted triangle panties clung tightly to Mom's skin, faithfully guarding her mysterious little hole.
Seeing Wang Xiong's unabashed gaze fixed on her, Xia Ling felt a surge of shame and instinctively tried to cover herself.
However, Wang Xiong laughed, "What are you covering up for? You'll be seen naked by now anyway, won't you? Sister Xia, don't blame me. Blame your good-for-nothing son. Thanks to his help, hehe, otherwise I wouldn't have seen this good show."
A flash of humiliation crossed Xia Ling's eyes. Standing in Wang Xiong's living room, she removed her clothes piece by piece, only to be subjected to his unabashed scrutiny. Her self-esteem was being torn apart bit by bit…
"It's actually my favorite stockings. Did you wear them especially for me?"
As he spoke, Wang Xiong leaned forward and forcefully grabbed Xia Ling's stockinged legs.
"Ah—" Mom exclaimed, but still stubbornly insisted, "You're overthinking it, it's just a coincidence."
Wang Xiong pressed, "Really? Don't you usually like wearing black stockings?"
Mom didn't answer, pretending not to hear. Her fingertips lightly hooked the edge of the stockings, letting the fleshy fabric slowly slide down her beautiful legs. Unable to maintain her balance while standing, Mom endured the discomfort, sitting far away from Wang Xiong on the dirty sofa, and peeled the stockings off from her toes.
Wang Xiong watched Mom's elegant movements, his eyes brimming with excitement.
"Give it to me, give it to me!"
Wang Xiong grabbed Mom's stockings again, sniffing her crotch area intensely, saying with a look of ecstasy, "This smells amazing, no wonder it's Sister Xia!"
At this moment, Mom was almost naked, only her bra and panties remaining on.
Wang Xiong continued to instruct, "Take it off, Sister Xia..."
Xia Ling's gaze fell on the maid outfits spread out on the sofa, especially the lingerie Wang Xiong had specially bought—a black lace bra and white lace panties. Compared to the high-end Lingya clothes Xia Ling was wearing, calling them cheap and inferior wouldn't be an exaggeration.
Xia Ling frowned slightly, her tone carrying restrained resistance, "Forget about the lingerie, it's not very hygienic, and..." She paused, carefully choosing her words, "...the size isn't right either."
"I went to the sex market specifically to buy it for you, how can you just leave it at that?" Wang Xiong's face darkened, a hint of dissatisfaction in his tone, "Sister Xia is used to wearing Lingya's high-end stuff, she should experience something more ordinary..."
Before Wang Xiong could finish speaking, Xia Ling took out her purse, pulled out a pair of exquisite white stockings, her movements elegant and composed.
"Here, the white stockings you wanted…" Mom handed the stockings to Wang Xiong, her voice maintaining the calm composure typical of a CEO. "I brought them."
"Oh, oh, oh, oh… white stockings!"
Wang Xiong's attention was instantly diverted, and he cried out like a child who had received a beloved toy.
Seeing Wang Xiong's reaction, a barely perceptible smile appeared on Mom's lips. Even someone as lewd and cunning as Wang Xiong was, in the end, just a little kid, a lad blinded by desire.
At least, he wouldn't have to let those cheap bras and panties touch his skin anymore…
Mom comforted herself, trying to retain the last shred of dignity in this one-sided humiliation.
After playing with them for a while, Wang Xiong handed the stockings back to Mom: "Quick, Sister Xia, put them on quickly, there are more."
Mom looked again at the items laid out on the sofa: a black dress, a white lace apron, a maid's hair accessory… each item seemed to remind her of the shame she was about to face.
Mom took a deep breath and began to put on the white stockings.
These white stockings were specially requested by Wang Xiong; they were a new product from Mom's company's unreleased "Solidified Cream" series. The texture was smooth and the quality top-notch; in fact, this one pair cost more than all the other pairs combined.
Mom's fingertips brushed against the white stockings; that silky, soft touch now felt like torture.