Especially on the inner thighs, the stockings clung tightly, leaving deep indentations in the flesh, making one unable to resist the urge to reach out and part them, wondering what hidden scenery lay beneath.
Further down were her sleek calves.
The stockings tightly wrapped around the muscles, forming elegant curves.
The soft, smooth flesh was firm and elastic.
One could easily imagine how mesmerizing it would be to see that tender flesh subtly trembling under the stockings with each step she took.
The sheen of the stockings acted like highlighter, making every inch of her skin appear even smoother and more delicate, like milk.
On her feet were black high heeled sandals with delicate straps, artistic masterpieces in their own right, accentuating the graceful lines of her feet.
The thin straps wound around her ankles, and with the slightest movement, the heels made faint sounds, like the soft chirping of a nightingale echoing through the quiet air, stirring the heart.
But what captivated most was her exquisite, slender ankle.
The stockings gathered tightly around it, outlining a delicate line that contrasted sharply with her plump thighs, adding even more allure.
Fine wrinkles formed around the ankle, like enticing lace ruffles, making one want to kneel down and kiss the soft skin beneath the stockings.
Her toes, painted a vivid red, peeked faintly through the thin nylon like ripe cherries, exuding a sweet, intoxicating temptation.
Kevin’s gaze was magnetically locked onto my mother’s stocking clad legs.
He felt as if he could see through the thin nylon to every inch of her skin, sensing the warm, soft texture.
He could even imagine how it would feel to gently stroke the stockings, how intoxicating the smooth, silky friction would be, like the finest silk.
Especially when Mother sat on the sofa with her legs crossed, the seductive power of the stockings reached its peak.
Her elegant, hosiery covered legs pressed tightly together, the gap between them wrapped in nylon, forming a mysterious, shadowed valley.
The leg on top showcased the elasticity of the stockings perfectly.
It was clear that the fabric was stretched taut by the flesh beneath, as if it might burst at any moment.
Kevin was mesmerized.
Such a stunning, sensual woman made his lower abdomen burn with heat.
He wanted to rush forward, kneel at Victoria’s feet, kiss her stocking covered legs, lick every inch of skin on her ankles, feel the silky texture and the warmth of her legs.
He wanted to use his teeth to gently tear open the thin nylon, exposing her skin completely before his eyes, then claim her fiercely.
At the moment he imagined ripping the stockings, the sound of tearing fabric was like heavenly music in his mind.
The sight of her bare, tender skin would be irresistible.
He wanted to lift her legs high, place them on his shoulders, and thrust into her deeply, making her moan in ecstasy.
“Kevin, what are you spacing out for?” Father’s voice snapped him back to reality.
Mother also lifted her head, her gaze coolly sweeping over him.
Hearing her husband’s reminder, Mother slowly raised her head.
Her eyes, bright like autumn waters, calmly scanned Kevin standing at the doorway.
Her gaze was serene and restrained, like a deep, unfathomable spring, revealing nothing of her true thoughts.
Yet it was precisely this seemingly calm look that carried an invisible pressure, instantly taming Kevin’s previously brazen stare.
She gracefully placed her bookmark back into the book and closed it gently and slowly, as if performing a solemn ritual.
Every movement radiated elegance and nobility, a natural grace born of years of refinement and confidence nurtured by wealth and status.
She didn’t stand up immediately but slightly adjusted her posture, leaning more comfortably against the sofa back, exuding a lazy, alluring charm.
Her stocking clad, crossed legs shifted slightly with the motion, the fabric shimmering under the light, silently whispering endless temptation.
“Kevin, right?
Come in and sit down,” Mother said in a soft, magnetic voice, like a spring breeze brushing over willows.
Her tone was polite but not overly warm, merely fulfilling a courteous formality.
Her eyes returned to Kevin, this time carrying a hint of scrutiny, as if carefully assessing this boy who had suddenly entered their lives.
Kevin felt uneasy under her seemingly casual glance.
He quickly retracted his bold stare, forcing a stiff smile and responding awkwardly, “Hello, Aunt.” His eyes dared not linger on her too long just a quick glance before swiftly looking away, as if afraid her sharp gaze would expose the filthy thoughts in his mind.
But that single glance had already deeply etched Victoria’s noble, seductive image into his memory.
Especially her legs in black stockings seemed to possess a magical power, haunting his dreams and impossible to forget.
I stood aside, observing everything coldly.
Though Kevin tried to hide it, I could clearly sense his abnormal fixation on my mother.
The way he looked at her carried an aggression and desire far beyond his age, making me deeply uncomfortable.
Mother seemed to notice Kevin’s strange gaze too.
Her brows subtly furrowed, but she quickly regained her composure.
After all, she was a mature woman who had weathered life’s storms; she knew how to skillfully handle awkward situations.
She showed no displeasure, merely offering a faint smile before turning to my father and saying casually, “Michael, why don’t you go prepare dinner?
The kids must be hungry.” Father quickly replied with a smile, “Alright, I’ll do that now,” and headed toward the kitchen, trying to ease the slightly tense atmosphere.
Mother slowly rose to her feet.
Her tall, graceful figure appeared even more seductive in the black lace camisole.
She casually adjusted the sheer shawl on her shoulders and walked toward Kevin, a perfectly measured smile on her face, softly asking, “Kevin, first time in Riverford?
How do you feel?
Are you adjusting well?” Her voice was gentle and warm, like a kind elder showing concern for a younger relative.
Yet Kevin could detect a subtle sense of distance beneath her seemingly kind smile.
He knew this beautiful aunt wasn’t as approachable as she appeared.
“Riverford… it’s nice,” Kevin murmured, nervously rubbing his hands.
His eyes darted away as he answered, yet he still couldn’t resist another furtive glance at my mother’s stocking clad legs, his heart filled with desire and fantasy.
He longed to rush forward and tightly embrace those beautiful legs, feeling their silky texture and warmth.
Mother pretended not to notice Kevin’s inappropriate gaze.
She simply nodded slightly and pointed to the sofa, gesturing for him to sit.
Every movement was elegant and proper, leaving Kevin spellbound.
He even forgot to respond to her gesture, just standing there dumbly, his eyes greedily roaming over her body as if admiring a priceless work of art.
“Kevin?
What’s wrong?
Are you tired?” Mother asked again, her voice soft with concern, but a flicker of barely concealed disgust flashed in her eyes.
She had already seen through his lecherous stare; she simply refrained from showing her displeasure out of family courtesy.
She silently sighed, regretting her husband’s decision.
She had a nagging feeling that this nephew’s arrival would bring unnecessary trouble to their peaceful life.
Startled by her voice, Kevin snapped back to reality and stammered, “N nothing, Aunt.
I just… I just think your house is really beautiful.” He forced an awkward smile, trying to cover up his earlier lapse.
Mother merely offered a faint smile, not pressing further.
She turned, walked back to the sofa, sat down, and picked up the remote to turn on the TV.
Soft music filled the living room…