After Mom left, my heart remained heavy with anxiety.
Those blush-inducing items kept flashing through my mind—black lace stockings, black lace lingerie, an astonishingly large dildo, and that pink butterfly vibrator!
The thought of my elegant, sophisticated CEO mother possibly being forced by Wang Xiong to wear lingerie, or even to insert those things into her body, made my vision blur and my head buzz. I simply couldn't accept it!
Looking up at the study upstairs, remembering the vulgar remarks Wang Xiong and his gang had made at school during the day, a strange urge burned within me. I wanted nothing more than to rush to Wang Xiong's house and beat him up again, but I knew that doing so would only make Xia Ling's situation more difficult.
I sat restlessly in the living room, pacing anxiously, glancing up at my father's portrait on the wall. Finally, unable to contain myself any longer, I tiptoed upstairs to Xia Ling's study and cautiously peeked inside.
The night was still, the only light in the study coming from the soft glow of the desk lamp, enveloping the space in a warm and tranquil atmosphere.
Through the crack in the door, I saw that Xia Ling hadn't changed into her nightgown; she was still wearing the elegant outfit she had worn when she came home. Her off-white silk blouse shimmered delicately under the lamplight, as if coated with a layer of smooth, flowing light. Her dark gray suit jacket clung to her slender figure, outlining her elegant and graceful silhouette.
Below her fitted trousers, her long, shapely legs, encased in flesh-colored pantyhose, appeared straight and proportionate. The sheen of the pantyhose shimmered subtly in the light, exuding a low-key yet undeniable sensuality. Her delicate, flesh-colored feet slipped casually into her slippers, her ankles slender and graceful, exuding her usual poise and elegance with every movement.
Mom was intently focused on the computer screen, her slender fingers lightly gripping the mouse. The light from the desk lamp shone from the side, illuminating her face and outlining her refined profile. Her nose was high and straight, her lips slightly pursed, and a hint of seriousness occasionally flashed between her brows, as if she were working on a difficult document. The shadows cast by the lamplight on her face added a subtle contrast, enhancing the tranquil beauty unique to the night.
I glanced around the study, my gaze sweeping across the bookshelves and the desk, but I didn't see the bag containing the "gift."
Did Mom hide it, or did she secretly get rid of it?
My doubts grew, yet seeing Mom's dignified posture as she worked behind her desk brought a strange sense of peace, as if I had forgotten the humiliation and secret hidden in the darkness.
I peeked through the crack in the door for a while longer. Mom was glued to the computer screen, and Wang Xiong didn't seem to be video calling. Just then, I lost my balance and lurched forward uncontrollably. The study door was suddenly pushed open!
Mom was startled by the sudden noise. She looked up, her watery eyes meeting mine.
"Xiaowei? What's wrong?" Mom looked at me with a puzzled expression, her voice gentle, her face showing no sign of distress, as if the package Wang Xiong had sent had no effect on her whatsoever.
My mind raced. I quickly said, "Mom, you're back so late. Have you eaten? Should I make you something?"
Hearing this, Mom's lips curved into a relieved smile. She elegantly tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear. "No need," she said, her gaze softening as she looked at me. "Xiaowei, you should go and rest. You have school tomorrow."
As Mom spoke, her long, shapely legs, encased in trousers, were elegantly crossed under the table. A glimpse of flesh-colored stockings peeking out from beneath the trousers shimmered softly in the lamplight. Her delicate feet dangled gently in her slippers, exuding an air of refined elegance.
Perhaps that time in the bathroom was just Mom being forced by Wang Xiong. How could she possibly use such vulgar things? I even wondered if I was being too sensitive.
"Okay, goodnight, Mom."
I nodded, left the study, and gently closed the door behind me.
Back in my room, I couldn't fall asleep. My mind was racing, filled with those thoughts.
Where did Mom put that bag full of lingerie, a dildo, and a vibrator? Would she use them? These questions swirled in my head, keeping me tossing and turning.
After a while, unable to contain my curiosity any longer, I tiptoed out of my room again and went to Mom's study. This time, I was even more careful, afraid of making any noise. I gently pushed the door open a crack and peeked inside.
What I saw made me jump, my eyes widening in shock—
Mom was still sitting at her desk, but her posture was clearly different. Her trousers were unbuttoned, the waistband pulled down to her thighs, revealing flesh-colored stockings tightly covering her thighs and crotch. Beneath the stockings, I could see that Mom was wearing light pink lace panties today!
The lamplight filtered through the semi-transparent stockings, illuminating Xia Ling's crotch and thighs, making her alluring legs, barely concealed by the stockings, even subtly outlining the full shape of her vulva.
Then, I suddenly noticed the black velvet gift box had appeared, sitting on the desk, its lid even open. Lace stockings and lingerie were placed beside it, along with the enormous dildo. And in Xia Ling's hand, she was holding a pink butterfly vibrator!
Xia Ling's red lips were tightly pressed together. One hand rested on the edge of her stockings at her waist, the other gripping the vibrator. Her expression seemed tense, her head bowed as she looked down at her crotch, encased in stockings and panties. Her slender, white hand holding the vibrator trembled slightly, as if she were struggling internally.
My heart skipped a beat. What did this mean? Was Xia Ling going to take the initiative?
The vibrator in Mom's hand was entirely pink, its main body shaped like a butterfly. The pink butterfly's wings were outstretched, its shape lifelike and natural, as if it might flutter away at any moment. A gentle U-shaped curve extended from the butterfly's tail, while the other end had a rounded design, seemingly designed for insertion into the vagina. Continuing the overall pink color scheme, its smooth and delicate surface gave a warm, skin-friendly feel.
I instantly realized that when I inserted one end of the vibrator into Mom's vagina, the other end naturally rested against the opening. The U-shaped design ensured that the vibrator, while inserted, also held firmly against her vaginal opening, preventing it from slipping out even with vigorous vibrations!
Was Mom really going to try it? Was she really going to let this thing enter her body?
No, that was bought by Wang Xiong, a tool he used to train her!
I desperately wanted to rush in and stop it all, but my inner cowardice held me back. Even Xia Ling could only bathe with Wang Xiong naked, wearing only stockings. What could I, an ordinary student, do?
Xia Ling sat behind her desk, her face flushed an unnatural red, her teeth lightly biting her lower lip, looking both nervous and ashamed. She was still holding the pink butterfly vibrator, her legs unconsciously parting slightly, her inner struggle seemingly growing more intense.
Just then, Xia Ling took a deep breath and whispered, "Just trying it, it's...it's nothing."
Immediately afterward, I saw Xia Ling's brow furrow slightly, as if she had made up her mind. Her fingertips slipped inside her lower abdomen, pinching the edge of her stockings and panties, pulling them down together, slowly revealing her pink vulva; while her other hand held the butterfly vibrator, gradually bringing its rounded end closer to her labia, finally gently sliding it inside!
Mother's body trembled slightly. The light from the lamp shone from the side, casting a soft, warm glow over her beautiful figure, outlining a silhouette that made one's heart race.
"Mmm..."
With a soft moan, Mother's breathing quickened noticeably. Her fingertips gently pressed the butterfly, the pink vibrator seeming to penetrate deeper into her vagina. She tilted her head back slightly, her elegant neck tracing a beautiful arc in the light.
"Ugh...this feeling..."
Mother murmured softly, simultaneously controlling the vibrator with her slender fingers, changing its angle.