Chapter 123: Liu Mei (Part 1)

Although Chen Jing's story is lewd, it is full of unusual warmth. I hugged her and kissed her. Chen Jing smiled, pulled my penis out of her tender asshole, and gave the position to Liu Mei who was pulling the next tag. Liu Mei sat on my lap and swallowed my penis with her plump and fat vagina. I felt a little comfortable and couldn't help but suck in the cold air.

Liu Mei looked at Liu Yingfeng gently and said softly: My father is the stepfather, everyone knows... This starts a long time ago...

In my impression, I have never had any impression of my father. My mother has many explanations for this, but I have never met my father.

My mother is very beautiful. Because of this, people have been pointing at me and my mother since I can remember. Some children even scolded me very badly. Every time, I cried and asked my mother for a father, either being beaten or making her cry.

I have always envied my classmates for being able to hug my father and act coquettishly. Finally one day, my mother came to the school gate with an elegant man to pick me up and said: Meimei, called Uncle Liu.That was the first time I saw the old man.

The old man was forty-two years old at the time, and he looked very young, handsome and elegant. I was very happy at the moment and greeted him enthusiastically.

In the next one or two months, I was very happy, and my classmates all told me: Wow, your uncle is so handsome!My mother also became very gentle to me. The old man gave me some dolls, stationery and some exquisite little things every now and then.

On a rainy night, my mother said to the old man, "It's so heavy, you won't go back."

That night, some strange sounds came from my mother's room, which made me blush.

Later, the old man came more frequently, and I gradually got used to those sounds.

It was a summer and the weather was very hot. The small town often opened the gate and limited power. When the air conditioner stopped, I went to open the door a little bit so that some cool breeze could blow in. Finally one night, the wind might have been stronger and the door was completely blown open. When the old man went to the toilet, he saw my body that had just begun to develop, and then he climbed onto my bed.

I resisted violently, but the old man had in-depth research on taking off his clothes. Moreover, in summer, he inserted it roughly in less than two minutes. I almost fainted from the pain and couldn't help crying. My mother came over and rushed over and grabbed and bite him, drove him out, and hugged me and cried loudly.

The night when my mother started taking sleeping pills again, the old man thought that my mother would have had a great sleep after taking sleeping pills, but what he didn't expect was that during that time, my mother could sleep soundly without the medicine at all.

I did a good job in the middle school entrance examination. It happened that my mother organized a trip to the office, so my mother decided to take me with her.

At the airport, I met the old man head-on. The old man greeted us very gentlemanly. My mother ignored him and I looked at him calmly.

The old man was not embarrassed or guilty, and sat generously across from us, talking to his escorts softly. Looking at his gentle and kind look, I couldn't help but tell my mother softly: Mom, that person looks really a professor.My mother was a little confused. The old man was the vice president of the School of Education of the University of Education. He was no longer the professor's level. I added viciously: I am a professor during the day and a beast at night!My mother was so funny that she burst into laughter by my words, and immediately felt sorry for me again, so she quickly pulled her face down.

He actually flew with us. After getting on the plane, I was busy looking at the scenery outside the window. The old man came over and greeted several people from my mother's unit. He ignored his mother's white eyes and hatred. He muttered to the man next to me and changed seats with him.

He was not in a hurry to talk to his mother. I thought he would apologize, but he didn't.

He asked for a copy of the "Central Daily" in English, read it calmly, and asked his mother for a few words. All he got was cold eyes and low-pitched scolding, and he didn't care.

After about half an hour, the captain came over to greet the old man and invited him to the cockpit. The old man said casually: Meimei, let's go and take a look?I was a little moved, my mother was hesitating, and the captain said enthusiastically: Let’s go there together, the scenery in the cockpit is very beautiful.Looking at the captain's uniform and integrity, and the envious look from others, my mother agreed.

At this time, my colleague at my mother's unit realized that my mother had a top boyfriend and a very famous vice dean. Congratulations, my mother didn't know how to respond, but she was happy in her heart.

When getting off the plane, the old man strongly invited us to go with him, saying that there was someone to receive him, and that food, drink and play, and that the play area was better than those who were with the group. The leader of the mother unit enthusiastically looked at his accomplice, so she had to ask me for my opinion.

OK.I said coldly.

When the three of us finally had time to be alone, the old man solemnly apologized to my mother and me, saying that I am still a child now, and I cannot understand or forgive my behavior that night. This kind of thing will never happen again. I just think Meimei is my daughter.He said seriously, it was very convincing. Otherwise, Meimei called me dad?, Bah!There is not a single stroke of the eight characters yet.My mother was a little shy, and I was a little unhappy.

Actually, my mother was very worried that I would be unhappy. Later, she always found some opportunities to enlighten me and talk about the good things of the old man. I was still cold to him, but I didn’t really object to their marriage. They got the certificate in my second year of high school. At this time, my mother was sure that the old man was a completely good person and a good stepfather, and I also thought so.

But my mother forgot that I was raped by an old man when I was in the second year of junior high school, and I also forgot that one night in the first year of high school, the old man came over and secretly raped me.

That time I slept hard, and the old man was thrusting gently from behind. I felt extremely disgusted, but I still slept hard.

The old man is very virtuous and will not escape in a hurry after launching secretly on me. He will clean it up for me gently and wipe it gently. At this time, I will actually feel some pleasure.

In the whole year of high school, because my mother watched it very tightly, I was very alert and he had no chance at all.

When I arrived in my senior year of high school, my studies gradually became a little difficult. The old man could give me some tutoring and explanations. In order to provide me with tutoring, he specially found a complete set of high school textbooks to read, which touched my mother very much.

When he stood behind me and pointed at me, I suddenly felt the male aura that our family had always lacked, which seemed to be loving and warmth.

There were several times when he reached over to check the calculations, he accidentally touched my breasts with the back of his hand, which was numb and very useful.

The mother looked at the father and daughter's backs and was very relieved.

Maybe it was encouraged, maybe it was because of this kind of sneaking under his nose that made him feel very stimulating. He became more and more courageous. While his mother turned around and went elsewhere, his movements became more and more powerful. Finally one day, he grabbed my breasts simply and trembled involuntarily.

As a calmness that is beyond ordinary people, I think it was at this time that I started to learn from the old man. I still asked questions calmly, and he also answered them seriously. My mother was very nervous about me, but she didn't notice these.

What I have always been convinced that my mother didn't notice was that the old man always came to sneak up and raped me after I fell asleep. About a dozen times, and I slept hard every time.

One day my mother worked overtime at the unit and the old man tutored me. He probably thought it was an opportunity. He was very excited and his hands were shaking. After a few strokes, he finally couldn't help it. He sat down and stood side by side with me, then stretched out his hands to carry me over and played with my breasts. I tried to accept his slut as usual, but it didn't work. He began to overdo it and reached his hand into the clothes to touch my breasts. I was a little disgusted, so I stopped and didn't say anything. He thought he could still play, so he reached his hand to my lower body, and I began to resist.

He ignored me and picked me up and walked towards the bed. I struggled to break free, slapped him hard, and said to him: Dad, that was the first time I called him dad, I took a breath, Dad, I hope my mom has a loving boyfriend, I hope I have a kind father, I don’t want you to destroy all this again, okay?

The old man was very ashamed. He was obedient for many days and didn't touch me during tutoring, so I was a little uncomfortable.

I found an opportunity to put my breasts tightly on his arm, and wipe them secretly, and I felt better than he would be tonight.

The old man was extremely smart. He quickly understood my bottom line. The window paper of the father and daughter cannot be broken, and they must also play seriously if they want to play.

So he began to play with my youth in my mother's eyes with confidence, boldness and nothing.

If you walk for a long time, you will have to break into ghosts.

When the old man and I both began to get used to it, we would relax our vigilance.

A few days before the college entrance examination, the old man checked my review status. The weather was very hot, and the flesh covered in the bra began to get hot. The old man was very considerate of my thoughts. My mother went to the kitchen to make meals. He threw away my t-shirt and bra and touched my nipples lightly. A cool breeze blew, and the two big white rabbits had goose bumps, which was so good that they were so happy.

So when he was about to put down my clothes, I stopped him and asked him to continue to tell me the next question. He was so happy that his lower body was hard. He talked while playing with me. Soon, we were both attracted by the cause of justice. We discussed the question, but forgot what my breasts and his hands were doing until my mother walked into the house.

When my mother entered the room, he was gently pulling up my nipples, letting them go, bounced back, twisting them, and bounced back. He wanted to feel the rare girl's elasticity. Although I was only eighteen years old at that time, I was completely mature. My breasts were one size bigger than my mother's, round and straight, white and tender. There was a claw with violent veins on her breast. What kind of visual impact is it for my mother!

I was very calm. The old man said that he found that I was very suitable for the leader. He immediately stood up and tidied up his clothes, lowered his head and left the room.

My mother endured it again and again, and finally didn't make a big fuss. Maybe it was because I was about to take the college entrance examination.

I just found a few obvious scratches on the old man's face while eating, and his ears were almost bleeding.

My mother endured me and endured me, and finally said nothing.

I was sure that my mother was going to settle the accounts with the old man after I finished the college entrance examination, but she didn't find that opportunity. The old man went on a business trip on an excuse and came back only after my grades came out. As expected, I, a former student of the third good, did a mess in the exam. Before my mother could find out the reason with the old man, the old man ran around. He pulled his mother and put down his airs and asked for help everywhere. Finally, he arranged for me to go to the Department of Early Childhood Education, the School of Education, which he was in charge of at the University of Education, more than ten days before the start of school.

Then, my mother prepared my luggage for me. Since I was a child, I have never left my mother. My mother was reluctant to let go. She cried several times and didn't say anything to blame me. But when she parted, she finally couldn't help but say hesitantly to me: Meimei, now you are in college. If you meet a suitable boy, you can... watch it everywhere.I smiled and hugged my mother and acted coquettishly: Mom, I know.Mom wants to speak but stops. Mom, I know what you mean, don’t worry.He waved his hand to say goodbye to the old man of mother, and his tears flowed down again.

I don’t know what kind of family war will happen after I leave, but the old man’s kung fu skill in coaxing women is absolutely first-class, and everything is calm afterwards.

I didn't deliberately want to have a boyfriend, but as soon as I entered school, I was attracted by my boyfriend. When he came to chase me, I remembered my mother's words and did not deliberately refuse. I always complained to him, I never had a boyfriend, and I didn't expect it to be done with just a trick. It was so worthless.

My boyfriend hugged me proudly like a child.

This is a later story.

During the winter vacation of freshman year, one day before I went to bed, my mother told me: I have to work night shift tonight, there is a pervert at home, I will lock the door for you.I didn't know what to say, but later my mother always locked my door and was not at all relieved about me, which made me very upset and disgusted.

As a result, before I could fall asleep, the old man actually opened my door with the key. I didn't know where he was the key. Later, I asked him and didn't tell me. After he came in, I had to pretend to be asleep again. He was very excited and reached into my pajamas to touch my breasts and touch my pussy. I remembered my mother's lock, which was a little funny. The pussy was already wet. He came in hard and thrust in and out of time. I continued to pretend to be asleep. I didn't want to do anything with him when I was awake, so I couldn't stand it psychologically. When I woke up, I really treated him completely as my stepfather, so our relationship was very natural and comfortable. Even my mother couldn't see anything strange, because we didn't look strange at all, and we were completely pure father-daughter relationship.

He was thrusting when suddenly my paging rang, I ignored it, and the phone at the bedside phone rang again.

That embarrassment is definitely no less than being broken by my mother in my senior year of high school.

After four sounds, I had to reach out to answer the phone. It was my boyfriend who called me and quickly turned around to warn the old man not to move. It turned out that my boyfriend couldn't help but miss me. He came to see me from afar and just got off the train now. I hate it. I'm so late and even called me.I acted coquettishly to my boyfriend. Maybe my boyfriend is not a big deal yet, but he made the cock inserted into his pussy hard as iron. He started to move again. I turned around and glared at him. It was dark and I couldn't see it. He grabbed him even more excited. He held my breasts tightly and thrust hard. I was almost mad and tried my best to suppress it. Finally, I couldn't help but breathe heavily. My boyfriend was talking endlessly about his longing for me, and felt something was wrong: Meimei, what are you doing?

I sobbed, and my ability to adapt was first-class, which was already visible at that time.

The old man knew that this was not a troublemaker, so he stopped and drew a word on my back, which seemed to be a word high. I was so angry that I was so angry that I felt itchy.

My boyfriend comforted me with some pride and said that he was in front of our community and asked me to pick him up. I didn't want to go. I pondered, and the old man kept writing behind me: Go down, go down, I had to agree to my boyfriend.

I thrust my waist and pulled out of the old man's stick, got up and turned on the light, looked back at him, he looked at me quietly, I looked at him quietly, I really didn't know what to say.

Gradually his eyes became gentle. He hugged me and kissed my forehead. Girl, put on his clothes quickly, don’t get cold.I burrowed into his arms and muttered: I don’t want to pick him up, it’s so cold!The old man was playing with my breasts while saying: You were so moved that you were about to cry just now, but it was too unreasonable not to pick him up now.I thought about it, so I wanted to get up, and he held me down again, wait, be more reserved, let him wait.I was about to laugh, but he said, I'm still a little bit short, let me come out first.I was so angry that I rolled my eyes.

The old man pressed up and pressed my breasts flat. Including the first time he raped me, this was the second time we had sex in a normal position, which was very comfortable.

The old man thought of my boyfriend being downstairs, and was very excited. He quickly inserted it for seven or eight minutes before he ejaculated. This time, he did not ejaculate on my butt anymore, and ejaculated in his pussy. When the hot semen hit my flesh wall, I grabbed the sheet, tightened my body, and raised my pussy, reaching orgasm for the first time in my life.

I put on my clothes and when I went out, the old man said not to bring it back or not to follow him. Your mother locked the door and told your boyfriend that it came out quietly. Her parents knew it, so she was very verbose. Although every sentence was correct, I was very disgusted and suddenly felt that he was hateful and very annoying.

Later, as long as he guided me to the relationship between my boyfriend, I was very disgusted. My boyfriend belonged to me, and it was also a liar to me if I wanted to cheat. I thought he was annoying to me.

When I went downstairs to see my boyfriend and saw that he was so cold that he was shivering into a ball, I was really moved. I rushed over and hugged him and gave me my first kiss.

We kissed with affectionately, and suddenly I felt a stream of semen flowing out of my lower body, which was very embarrassing. Fortunately, my boyfriend didn't know. After rejecting his boyfriend's inappropriate thoughts, I went back to the house and complained that the old man didn't wipe me clean. He said that he might have ejaculated too much.

My boyfriend gave my mother a good first impression. My mother said that this person is good and can be dated, and I have a very accurate view of people.

I expressed serious doubt in my heart, at least my father and stepfather, both of them, did not see it correctly.

But with the help of my mother, our relationship has developed quite well.

During the summer vacation of my sophomore year, one day my mother suddenly asked me if I had that or not.

No, no!I repeatedly denied it.

Really not?

Really not!

If there is, there is, if there is no, there is nothing. What's the shame in front of my mother?

Mom, no one said.I'm serious, really.

When my mother saw that what I said was true, her face became gloomy. After a long time, she said coldly: Whose semen is from your underwear?

I was caught off guard, my face turned red, and I was a little panicked, and I stammered: Then, that's it, and then I remembered that I forgot to rub my underwear in the morning.

I wanted to defend myself, but I couldn't find a good statement for a while, so I wanted to get in and out of it.

My mother stared at me coldly, and for a while, she began to cry sadly.

After the old man came back, he insisted that he was masturbating with my underwear. I slapped him in the face and ran into the room with my face covering. My mother looked coldly. My panic just now had already explained everything. No matter how many scenes it was, it would be useless.