"Step back. I'll let you know if I need your help."
Mom turned to look at Wang Xiong. She deliberately put on a stern face, trying to maintain the dignity of a female CEO, but her beautiful legs in stockings beneath her black cheongsam trembled slightly, like willow branches in the wind, revealing her inner unease.
"Okay, okay, I'll step back, I'll step back."
Wang Xiong chuckled and actually took a few steps back, placing himself a few meters away from Mom. To show his sincerity, he even deliberately put his hands behind his back, a hint of mockery on his lips. "Hurry up, Sister Xia, there are only 15 minutes left. Besides, I saw your body completely when we showered together last time. What's there to be embarrassed about?"
Mom didn't say anything, but turned her head and stood in front of the full-length mirror, looking at herself in the mirror, her heart involuntarily quickening.
The mirror reflected Xia Ling's slightly flustered face. Beneath her delicate makeup, a blush crept onto her cheeks, like a peach blossom in early spring, vibrant and alluring. Her beautiful eyes shimmered with a complex light, a mixture of shame and helplessness, yet also a hint of inexplicable allure.
The black silk cheongsam gleamed softly under the light, like the surface of a lake under moonlight. Delicate rhinestones at the neckline sparkled like stars in the night sky. She took a deep breath, her slender fingers slowly unbuttoning the cheongsam, each unbutton seeming to peel away her last line of defense.
"So beautiful, Sister Xia..." Wang Xiong leaned against the wall, watching Xia Ling change with great interest. "Even the way she unbuttons is so seductive."
Wang Xiong's voice was like a pebble dropped into Xia Ling's seemingly calm mind, causing her delicate fingers, which were unbuttoning the cheongsam, to tremble slightly.
"Don't stop, Sister Xia, time is running out," Wang Xiong reminded her again.
Mom bit her red lips, quickening her movements. "I know."
The cheongsam slipped off her jade-like arms, revealing her beautiful collarbones and snow-white skin. The subtle sound of the silk fabric rubbing against her skin was exceptionally clear in the quiet dressing room, like an ambiguous melody.
Mom looked at herself in the mirror. Black lace lingerie outlined her perfect curves. Her firm breasts were supported by the bra, the whiteness of her skin contrasting sharply with the black lace, creating a seductive allure.
If everyone is a work of art sculpted by the Creator, then Mom was undoubtedly the most perfect one.
Mom quickly pulled the cheongsam down to her waist, then her thighs. The high slit of the cheongsam made this much easier, but it also reminded her of the shameful memories of being played with by Wang Xiong.
The moment the cheongsam was completely off, through the mirror, Mom saw Wang Xiong standing behind her, admiring her closely. She immediately felt a surge of shame and unease.
The woman in the mirror wore matching black lace lingerie, her long legs encased in black stockings, the outline of her panties faintly visible in the inverted triangle shape of her crotch. Under the light, the smooth texture of the stockings resembled silk, exuding an effortless allure.
"Tsk tsk tsk... Absolutely stunning, Sister Xia is so beautiful," Wang Xiong exclaimed repeatedly.
Xia Ling pursed her lips, pretending not to hear him, and quickly grabbed the champagne-colored lace lingerie set. The bra and panties were a matching set, both adorned with semi-transparent lace patterns.
Xia Ling couldn't help but glance at Wang Xiong through the mirror. He was still leaning against the wall, relaxed, a playful smirk on his lips. Her face flushed instantly.
"Put it on, Sister Xia, what are you standing there for?" Wang Xiong said again, "Hurry up."
Xia Ling's fingers lightly traced the lace pattern of the bra in her hand. The thought of a woman of her status having to change clothes in front of a boy about the same age as her son filled her with overwhelming shame.
She held her breath, her fingertips lightly touching the bra's clasp, her movements gentle yet trembling slightly.
The subtle sound of the fabric rubbing together was exceptionally clear in the quiet space, making her cheeks burn even hotter.
"Is it going well, Sister Xia? Do you need my help?"
Wang Xiong's sudden question made Xia Ling pause.
"No...no need," Xia Ling replied softly, quickening her movements.
With a "snap," the black lace bra slipped off Xia Ling's fair skin, revealing her firm, round breasts like two restless white rabbits.
"Mmm… Sister Xia is amazing…"
Leaning against the wall behind him, Wang Xiong couldn't help but crane his neck, staring wide-eyed at Xia Ling's naked upper body in the mirror.
"Phew…"
Xia Ling moved swiftly, picking up a new champagne-colored bra and smoothly supporting her large breasts. The delicate lace was faintly visible, bringing a cool sensation to her skin. Her fingers trembled slightly, failing to fasten the clasp accurately several times.
The semi-transparent lace of the bra made her feel particularly uneasy. Looking at her fair skin and firm breasts in the mirror, even Xia Ling couldn't help but be captivated, glancing at them a few more times.
She knew very well how alluring her body was in Wang Xiong's eyes.
"So fast, Sister Xia, I didn't even get a good look…" Wang Xiong laughed from behind.
Xia Ling didn't reply, because what followed was the most agonizing part—taking off her underwear and changing her stockings.
Mother sat elegantly in the vanity chair, slowly and deliberately removing her high heels. Then, with her fingertips lightly touching the edge of her stockings, she carefully pulled them down along the contours of her legs, revealing her fair, delicate skin and perfectly shaped, petite feet.
Next came her panties. The moment the black lace panties slipped off her body, her alluring pubic hair and pink vulva were exposed to the air. Mother felt a slight chill in her lower body, and her legs involuntarily tightened.
"Oh… Sister Xia, why are you wet down there?" Wang Xiong suddenly said.
"N-no… I'm not." Mother instinctively looked up at the mirror, meeting Wang Xiong's gaze through it.
"Really not? Let me see."
Wang Xiong was about to stride forward when Xia Ling heard his footsteps. She gasped, sitting back in her dressing chair, arms crossed, and huddled up, saying, "Don't come any closer!"
"Hehe...just kidding." Wang Xiong stopped and backed away. "Hurry up, Sister Xia, we have to go on stage soon."