After going upstairs, Mother didn't go to the study as usual, but went straight to her bedroom.
She stumbled open the bedroom door, her tall figure leaning heavily against it, panting. The room was pitch black, with only moonlight streaming in from the French windows, casting a hazy outline of her graceful figure.
"Mmm..."
With a soft moan, the effects of the alcohol suddenly surged, and Mother felt the whole room spinning. Her slender fingers gripped the doorframe tightly, trying to steady herself. Her dignified and mature face was flushed with a drunken blush, even her breath carrying a slightly intoxicating fragrance.
Looking down, she saw her shapely feet in silk stockings, still wearing those silver stilettos.
Mom bit her red lips, the image from just moments ago involuntarily replaying in her mind—the short high school student kneeling on one knee, gently lifting her ankle, his rough fingers tracing her delicate feet through her stockings, and she had just let him be so brazen…
"Huff…"
Mom took a deep breath, trying to bend down to take off her high heels, but this action only aggravated her drunkenness. She stumbled and had to grab the dressing table to avoid falling.
The mirror reflected her disheveled state: her champagne-colored silk dress for the evening was wrinkled, the neckline slightly open from bending over, revealing the edge of her lace bra. Her meticulously styled hair was now disheveled, a few strands playfully falling beside her cheeks, adding a touch of intoxicating allure.
Mom's trembling fingers gently fumbled for the hidden clasps on the side of the dress.
The alcohol made Mom's movements sluggish. With each clasp she unfastened, her long dress loosened, revealing more of her fair skin, shimmering in the moonlight. Finally, the outline of her champagne-colored lace bra was fully revealed in the mirror, enveloping her alluring curves.
Mom took a deep breath, her fingers continuing downwards, finding the zipper on the side of her dress.
The expensive silk dress slid down her long legs, piling at her feet. Only a woman in lingerie, stockings, and silver high heels remained in the mirror. The once decisive and efficient female CEO now appeared unusually vulnerable, dazed with intoxication.
Then, Mom slowly removed her earrings, the diamonds gleaming coldly in the moonlight. Necklaces, bracelets—one expensive piece of jewelry after another was placed on the dressing table, each priceless, yet a testament to her helplessness tonight.
Finally, Mom took off her high heels, bra, stockings, and panties. Her fair, round breasts stood proudly erect, her pubic hair glistening with dewdrops, and her pink vulva slightly moist. Mom was completely naked.
The moonlight streaming through the window bathed her in a silvery veil, making her perfect body appear like a goddess descended from heaven.
Moonlight glanced towards the bathroom. She should have gone straight in, but inexplicably, she knelt slightly, her naked body slightly bent, and her delicate hand reached for the stockings that still held her body's warmth.
The instant her fingertips touched them, a jolt of electricity seemed to run through Mom's body. The champagne-colored stockings she wore to the press conference had been thoroughly ruined by Wang Xiong, the crotch area smeared with semen and vaginal fluid. After the interview, Mom quickly changed into new flesh-colored stockings, but after the evening's celebration and the intimate moment in the car, the stockings weren't in perfect condition either; vaginal fluid seeped through her panties, and the crotch area was already soaked.
Standing in front of the mirror, Mom's slender fingers unconsciously caressed the smooth fabric, as if touching a precious work of art.
"I should have gone straight to the shower..."
She murmured softly, but involuntarily took a few steps back and sat on the edge of the bed.
Her hands unconsciously unfolded the flesh-colored stockings she had just taken off, her long, slender legs slightly raised, toes lightly touching the ground. The stockings wrapped around her feet inch by inch, down her calves, knees, and thighs, every inch of the covered skin trembling slightly.
Now, completely naked, Mom's beautiful legs were once again tightly encased in those sheer stockings.
It was only then that Mom realized the room was too dark.
By the moonlight streaming through the window, Mom's stockinged feet touched the carpet, and her fingertips fumbled for the floor lamp to turn it on.
The warm yellow light instantly added a touch of ambiguity to the room. Her reflection in the mirror was faintly visible in the light; she was completely naked, without a bra or panties, but her legs were covered in a hazy sheen of stockings. Her usual elegant and dignified demeanor now carried an indescribable allure.
Pushing open the glass door to the bathroom, Mom stepped lightly inside.
Warm water cascaded from the showerhead, the fine droplets pattering softly against her stockings. Mom's slender fingers, moistened with shower gel, gently massaged her long, shapely legs through the stockings. The silky touch made her involuntarily hold her breath. The steam in the bathroom blurred her vision, but heightened her senses.
"Hoo..."
Mom gently closed her eyes, letting the warm water wash over her body.
After rinsing, Mom turned off the shower, leaving only the sound of dripping water in the bathroom. She turned on the bathtub faucet, watching the clear water fill the tub. Glistening water droplets still clung to her eyelashes, trembling gently with her movements. Taking out rose essential oil from the cabinet, her fingers trembled slightly; a few drops of the clear liquid slipped into the water, instantly filling the small space with a rich rose fragrance.
The reflection in the mirror caught Mom's eye. Soaked stockings clung to her perfect figure, her rounded breasts accentuated their proud curves, her pink nipples adding to the allure, and her fair skin glowed enticingly under the bathroom light. She gently bit her lower lip, her fingertips unconsciously tracing the contours of her body, quickly finding her sensitive spot through the stockings.
"Mmm..."
Mom let out a soft moan, withdrawing her hand as if electrocuted, no longer daring to look at herself in the mirror. Instead, she turned to face the bathtub, raising her long, shapely legs clad in stockings.
The moment she stepped into the tub, the warm water enveloped her body, creating delicate ripples that swayed gracefully in the light above. She slowly slid into the water, the warm touch seeping through the soaked stockings into every inch of her skin, bringing a thrilling pleasure.
"Ugh..."
Mom let out a soft sigh, closing her eyes and leaning against the edge of the tub.
The fragrance of rose essential oil lingered in her nostrils, carrying her thoughts back to a few hours earlier—the press conference, where Wang Xiong had pressed her against the mirror in the dressing room, rubbing her vulva through her stockings; the banquet, where he had caressed her stockinged legs in front of all the executives; the heart-pounding moments in the car; and on her own sofa, him holding her in his arms and feeding her water… Every frame was vividly clear in her mind.
The water in the bathtub rippled gently, reflecting the warm yellow light from the ceiling. Her eyes were closed, her slender fingers unconsciously tracing patterns in the water. Her skin, encased in stockings, was increasingly sensitive, each touch sending shivers down her spine. Wang Xiong's image kept flashing through her mind—his youthful voice, his almost imperceptible gaze, and those fleeting physical contacts.
"No… um…"
She murmured softly, unable to control the surging desire within her.
Long, slender fingers traced their way up her inner thighs, gently touching her vulva through the soaked stockings. The fingertips rubbed together, creating ripples on the water's surface. The scent of rose essential oil grew stronger in the rising steam.
"Mmm..." A soft moan escaped her lips, and her body arched slightly.
Amidst the rippling water, her breathing quickened, her chest heaving, and her hands became increasingly audacious.
"Ah...don't touch me...mmmmmm..."
Her head rose slightly in the water, her hands moving faster and faster. Her slender, white fingers caressed and rubbed through the stockings, a mixture of shame and pleasure making her want to escape yet unable to resist.
"Mmm...husband...ahhhhhh..."
Her moans grew louder, accompanied by the rising steam in the bathtub. One hand rubbed her vulva through the stockings, while the other climbed up her body, grasping and vigorously stroking one of her round, firm breasts.
"Mmm...mmm...so good..."
"Husband...mmm...no..."
"I'm going to climax...mmm...husband...!"
Finally, a powerful tremor swept through her body. Mom tilted her head back, biting her lower lip to suppress the moan that threatened to escape. The water churned violently, her vagina convulsed wildly, and her juices mingled in the bathtub, indistinguishable from each other.