"Sister Xia's figure...it's absolutely gorgeous." Wang Xiong's voice was filled with admiration as his hands moved up her beautiful legs, slowly resting on her stockinged buttocks. "Especially after she's taken her clothes off, standing in the bathtub in her wet stockings..."
His hands gently caressed Xia Ling's stockinged buttocks, slipping between her legs, his fingertips tracing her vulva through the stockings: "Sister Xia, lower yourself a little, you're too tall."
Xia Ling let out a soft tremor: "I...I know..."
Xia Ling lowered her head, her cheeks flushed with shame. She could clearly feel Wang Xiong's breath behind her; despite being such a short boy, he exerted such a tremendous sense of pressure on her.
Xia Ling slightly bent her knees, slowly lowering her body.
"Spread your legs a little wider," Wang Xiong commanded. "Yes, just like that, Sister Xia is so good."
Water droplets continued to slide down Xia Ling's body, creating tiny splashes in the bathtub. She remained in this shameful position, her hands braced against the wall, her stockinged legs slightly bent, forced to cooperate with Wang Xiong. Xia Ling, completely naked, had her soaked stockings as her last line of defense, yet that defense was also a silent temptation.
Wang Xiong held Xia Ling's buttocks with one hand and his penis with the other, leaning forward slightly. His glans slid into her vulva, his thick, long shaft gently rubbing against the skin of her inner thigh through the stockings.
"Mmm…!"
The burning heat from his glans made Xia Ling let out a soft moan.
At that moment, Wang Xiong was rocking back and forth, his thick shaft rubbing against Xia Ling's vulva.
"Tell me…" Wang Xiong gently squeezed Xia Ling's stockinged buttocks, pressing his body against hers, and asked, "Why is Sister Xia so sensitive to stockings? Every time I touch your stockings…" He suddenly increased the pressure, "you tremble."
"Ah…no…"
Xia Ling gasped, instinctively squeezing her legs together, but this only trapped Wang Xiong's penis inside. The soft skin on her inner thighs clearly felt the warmth of his penis, a warmth that spread throughout her body, sending an indescribable shiver through her.
"Is it because of Xiaowei's father?" Wang Xiong continued rubbing his penis back and forth, teasing her vulva with his hard shaft through her stockings. "I see you always wear stockings, even though you're wearing dress pants, you still wear pantyhose underneath."
Mother bit her lip, shame and memories intertwining in her mind. The warm water in the bathtub rippled back and forth, constantly washing over her stockinged legs. Each surge of water reminded her of those unspeakable past events.
"It's…it's because of Xiaowei's dad…" Mom's voice was weak and barely audible, "He really likes…the way I look in stockings…"
"And then?" Wang Xiong suddenly moved, controlling his glans upwards, aiming at Mom's vulva through the stockings. "How did he make Sister Xia so sensitive?"
"Mmm…"
Feeling Wang Xiong's glans reach the entrance of her vulva, Mom trembled involuntarily and let out another soft moan.
"Oh…so Sister Xia is quite sensitive too…hehe."
Wang Xiong smiled, controlling his glans to thrust forward, forcefully pushing against her vulva through the stockings.
"No…don't…"
Seemingly, Wang Xiong's attack was effective. His thick penis continued to thrust forcefully, the glans repeatedly charging towards Mom's vulva. The stockings covering her vulva were extremely elastic, allowing the glans to slowly, little by little, sink in.
"Tell me, Sister Xia…" Wang Xiong ignored Xia Ling's moans and continued thrusting into her vagina. "Xiao Wei's father, how did you become so sensitive?"
"I…I'll tell you…please don't do this."
Wang Xiong's glans made Xia Ling's lower body even hotter. She could feel a gush of lubrication from her vagina, a signal that her body was reacting.
"What are you afraid of? Sister Xia should be feeling very comfortable, right?"
Wang Xiong didn't stop. Instead, he increased the speed of his thrusts, his glans pounding deeper and deeper through the stockings. Feeling the smoothness of Xia Ling's vagina, combined with the gritty texture of the fabric, Wang Xiong felt a surge of ecstasy. How could he possibly stop?
"I...I'll talk." Mom braced herself against the wall, enduring Wang Xiong's penis rubbing against her vulva. She slowly closed her eyes, the bathtub water rippling, her voice broken and fragmented. "Back then...he always made me wear different stockings...saying my feet were beautiful...every time he touched my feet, I..."
Mom's voice trailed off, the blush on her cheeks deepening.
Wang Xiong's hands gripped Mom's wet, silk-stockinged buttocks, his penis still rubbing against her vulva. Through the stockings, the hard glans moved gently, then forcefully, each touch causing Mom's body to tremble slightly, while her vulva secreted more lubrication.
"So...Sister Xia was trained by Xiao Wei's father..."
His hands gently squeezed Mom's buttocks, his body thrusting back and forth, his hard penis continuing to rub, the rustling sound of the stockings rubbing between Mom's legs echoing.
"Don't say anymore..." Xia Ling turned back to Wang Xiong in shame and anger, but her body betrayed her. Amidst the rippling water, her waist trembled violently, her silk-stockinged feet quivered, and a gush of lustful fluid leaked from her vagina, seeping through the stockings and dripping directly into the bathtub.
"Drip drip drip...drip drip..."
The glistening fluid hitting the bathtub surface made a sound like a gentle spring rain, and the echoes in the small bathroom space amplified the indescribable ambiguity.
"Oh, Sister Xia, you're feeling it? So much lustful fluid?"
Wang Xiong chuckled, his body thrusting back and forth violently, his thick, long penis rubbing forcefully against her crotch.
"Ah...no...slower...um!"
Xia Ling couldn't take it anymore. Her legs clamped tightly together, her stockinged knees pressed tightly together, her buttocks rising with the movement—a spontaneous reaction of restraint, yet it looked even more alluring. "Haha… Sister Xia is too sensitive, isn't she? It was just a couple of rubs outside, and this is it?" Wang Xiong gradually slowed down, continuing to rub his penis against her, and asked, "So, Sister Xia, do you still think about him? When you wear stockings every day, are you thinking about Xiao Wei's father?"
"No…no…" Mom bit her lip, her voice trembling with tears, "I haven't…thought about him for a long time…"
"But the habit is still there," Wang Xiong adjusted his penis, the glans aimed directly at her vaginal opening, pressing against the elasticity of the stockings, thrusting back and forth repeatedly, "You wear pantyhose every day, even keep spare stockings in the car, Sister Xia is such a good student…"
"Don't…don't say anymore…"
Mom's hands weakly supported her against the wall, the memories of the past and the current stimulation making her weak all over.
Those memories, long deliberately sealed away, became increasingly clear under Wang Xiong's questioning and manipulation.
The warm water in the bathtub swayed back and forth, making Mom's stockinged legs even more alluring. With each tremor of her body from Wang Xiong's penis, ripples spread across the water's surface.
"Keep going, Sister Xia," Wang Xiong's hands gradually slid up Mom's body, reaching around to the front and grabbing her large breasts, one on each side. "How did Xiao Wei's father start?"
"Mmm...no..."
Feeling the kneading of Wang Xiong's fingers, Mom let out another soft moan. Combined with the grinding of his penis below, this double stimulation was overwhelming for her.
"Tell me, Sister Xia," Wang Xiong's penis continued to press against her stockinged vulva, "aren't you enjoying it too?"
"Mmm…I…I'll tell you," Mom said, her hands braced against the wall, her head slightly lowered, "At first…he said my legs were beautiful, and suggested I wear stockings every day…" Her voice was soft, but trembled slightly, "Back then I was so naive, I thought he genuinely cared about my image…"
"And then?"
Wang Xiong's penis thrust forcefully into her vulva, the heat of his glans penetrating through the stockings and striking Mom's clitoris, causing her to tremble slightly.
"Mmm…then…he…he started giving me different stockings…" Mom bit her lip, "From the initial plain black stockings, to various styles later…he said he would help me choose the right ones…"
"And then you obediently listened?" Wang Xiong slowed his penis's movements, focusing his attention on his hands, gently playing with Mom's breasts.
"Mmm…" Mom's voice was filled with shame, growing softer and softer, "He always said…I looked very alluring in stockings…especially…"
"Especially what?"
Wang Xiong pressed his hand against Xia Ling's breast, his fingers tightly clamping together, the tips pinching her pink nipple.
"Especially my feet…" Xia Ling's voice was breathless, "He said my feet were perfectly shaped…especially sexy when I wore stockings…and then every time I wore new stockings…he would…"
"He would do what?" Wang Xiong increased the pressure on his hand, his fingers tightening around Xia Ling's nipple.
Xia Ling let out a soft moan: "Mmm…no…be gentle…"
"Tell me quickly, Sister Xia, I love to hear it." Wang Xiong chuckled.