With that, Wang Xiong waved to Cobra and Fatty, who were still playing with their high heels. Although they were still immersed in the pleasure of their defilement, seeing Wang Xiong's gesture, they immediately understood and stood up.
"Let's go." Wang Xiong turned, his footsteps echoing in the empty parking lot.
Cobra and the fat man followed closely behind, one clutching his left shoe, the other his right, chuckling and wearing lewd expressions of lingering satisfaction. Their footsteps faded into the distance, echoing dully on the concrete of the parking lot.
Xia Ling, barefoot in her stockings, stood helplessly in place.
Her toes curled painfully inside the thin, flesh-colored stockings, the humiliation causing her to tremble uncontrollably. Watching the three figures disappear into the distance, her heart was in turmoil.
Finally, just as the three were about to reach the corner, a voice, choked with sobs, rang out in the empty parking lot: "Wait...wait a minute..."
The voice was soft and helpless, yet remarkably clear in the silent space.
Xia Ling's voice trembled slightly, tinged with a barely perceptible sob: "You...come back..."
Wang Xiong stopped, a smug smile playing on his lips.
He turned to look at the woman, who still maintained her elegant demeanor but was on the verge of collapse: "What's wrong, Aunt Xia? Have you come to your senses?"
Xia Ling lowered her head, her silk-stockinged feet scraping lightly against the ground, biting her lip, her voice almost inaudible: "I...I promise you..."
"Promise what?" Wang Xiong pressed on, "Explain yourself, Aunt Xia."
Xia Ling's fingers gripped the waistband of her trousers tightly, her knuckles trembling slightly with the force.
She took a deep breath, her voice filled with profound humiliation: "I...I'll take off my pants...and let you see..."
At that moment, I saw a tear slide down Xia Ling's cheek. In the dim parking lot lights, that teardrop, like a shattered diamond, reflected a heartbreaking light. And I, the son she had tried so hard to protect, could only hide like a coward in the shadows of a concrete pillar, watching helplessly as it all unfolded.
Hearing Xia Ling agree, the three men exchanged a smile. Wang Xiong led the way, the other two following closely behind. They returned to Xia Ling's side, forming a semi-circle on either side of her. At this moment, Cobra and Fatty were still clutching Xia Ling's high heels, their eyes fixed on her legs, their breathing noticeably heavier.
"Aunt Xia," Wang Xiong's voice smugly rang out, "Hurry up, we're all waiting."
Mom's head was bowed, her slender fingers trembling as she touched the edge of her trousers. Her silk-stockinged feet twitched uneasily on the cold floor, her toes curling painfully inside the thin flesh-colored stockings. This gesture made her appear so helpless, a stark contrast to her usual decisive and powerful image.
"Hurry up," the fat man said impatiently, his voice filled with naked desire, "Let's see President Xia's beautiful legs."
"That's right…" Cobra chimed in.
Looking at the three underage thugs beside her, none of whom were even half her age, a complex and heavy expression flashed across Mom's face. Then, she took a deep breath, as if making a decision, and her face returned to its usual coldness, as if she didn't even see them.
She reached forward with both hands, her slender fingers gently unbuttoning her trousers, the slow movement carrying a resolute expression.
Then, the zipper was slowly pulled down, making a soft "click" sound, remarkably clear in the empty underground parking lot.
"Oh..."
The fat man seemed to gasp for breath, letting out a low growl.
Cobra was equally excited, clutching Xia Ling's high heels, his neck slightly craned forward, as if he wanted to gouge his eyes out.
Only Wang Xiong maintained a calm demeanor, but his gaze was also focused on Xia Ling's actions of pulling down her trousers, even his breath gradually holding.
Unbuttoning, pulling down the zipper, a corner of the stockings covering Xia Ling's crotch was slightly revealed; although the surrounding environment was dim, the color of the stockings was elegant and hazy.
Then, Xia Ling's two slender white hands slowly moved to her sides, grasping the waistband, and gently pulled down the beige haute couture trousers.
With each movement, the flesh-colored pantyhose covering her long, slender legs were gradually revealed, along with her slender waist and alluring buttocks. The sheer stockings clung to her delicate skin, outlining the perfect curves of her hips.
As she slowly pulled them off, the waistband of her trousers slid down her thighs, past her knees, and finally gathered at her ankles.
"Ugh... Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh..."
Watching the two stunning legs encased in flesh-colored stockings gradually revealed, the three underage thugs simultaneously let out excited trembling sounds.
"Holy shit... I can't take it anymore..."
The fat man's face was tense, seemingly struggling to breathe. He gripped the high heel Xia Ling had just taken off with one hand, while the other pressed hard against his chest, trying to calm himself down.
Meanwhile, compared to her revealed long, slender legs, what attracted everyone's attention even more was clearly her crotch, that mysterious triangle area. The ultra-thin flesh-colored stockings clung perfectly to Mom's full crotch, without a single wrinkle. Beneath the sheer fabric, a luxurious pearl-white lace panty clung to her body, faithfully enveloping her pert buttocks and alluring vulva.
The finest mulberry silk shimmered softly in the dim parking lot lights, radiating a delicate glow like the finest satin. The fabric was so thin it was almost transparent, yet incredibly resilient, clinging to the beautiful curves of Mom's crotch.
The silk waistband perfectly encircled Mom's slender waist, the transition between the waistband and hips meticulously tailored, every stitch just right—neither too tight nor too tight, ensuring a perfect fit.
The French lace on the sides of the panty resembled an artist's meticulously crafted painting; the intricate floral and vine patterns presented subtle undulations, complementing the silk fabric and showcasing Mom's impeccable taste.
The panties clung to Xia Ling's perfect, delicate body; the smooth silk seemed to come alive, warming slightly with her breath and gently caressing her alabaster skin with her subtle movements.
Through the stockings, these pearl-white lace panties appeared like exquisite armor crafted for a successful woman like Xia Ling, every detail speaking of her taste and style.
Dignified, elegant, understated—who would have thought that beyond the outward refinement, beneath the layers of trousers and stockings, such a delicate work of art was hidden in the most intimate part of Xia Ling's body?
Yet, at this moment, in this dark, damp underground parking lot, surrounded by three thugs, Xia Ling's face showed not a trace of pride, only a forced coldness and a hint of shame in her eyes.
"That's wonderful, Aunt Xia..."
Wang Xiong was the first to exclaim in praise, while Mom slightly raised her proud head, deliberately avoiding their eyes, as if only in this way could she feel a little better.
Cobra and Fatty exchanged a glance, their Adam's apples bobbing involuntarily. Then Cobra asked, "Brother Xiong, could we...?"
Wang Xiong seemed to have anticipated his two underlings' question. He calmly replied, "What's the rush?" Then he waved to Mom, "Aunt Xia, come over here."
At this point, Mom seemed to have anticipated Wang Xiong's unreasonable demands. Initially, she had resisted being asked to take off her high heels, but now, even her prized trousers were pulled down to her ankles, her stockings were exposed, and her underwear was directly displayed to the three men. What else did she have to lose?
Mom maintained her indifferent expression, her eyes avoiding any contact with the three of them.
Her long, slender legs were smooth and straight. She slowly lifted one silk-stockinged foot, pulled it out of her trousers, and stepped onto the concrete outside. Then, she gently lifted her other foot, the toe of her stockinged foot lightly touching the ground. She pulled herself out, leaving only her unsupported trousers curled up on the ground.
"Aunt Xia," seeing Xia Ling's indifferent expression, Wang Xiong became interested, "I'd like to interview you. What's it like to take off your trousers in front of us, revealing your silk-stockinged legs?"