Chapter 389 My daughter got it

The moment Dongfang Yu's car left, a slim figure appeared at the stairs tremblingly. She looked at Dongfang Yu's departure back, with horror and hatred on her face, and there were also a hint of shyness, and there were tears in the corners of her eyes. It was Xiyao who had gone back.

Xiyao felt something was wrong with Dongfang Yu when she came to her home, but she didn't care much at that time, and she didn't know what was wrong with Dongfang Yu, so she didn't take it too seriously. It was not until Dongfang Yu met her mother that she noticed that although she was still changing clothes in her bedroom at that time, she could hear the movement outside clearly.

At that time, when I heard my mother He Yuqing say, don’t talk nonsense, Yao'er is there, her heart skipped a beat, because this sentence represents too many meanings, and why did her mother say that? If it was a general conversation, why did she have to keep her back to her?

What is the relationship between mother and her boyfriend?

Xiyao felt more and more frightened as she thought about it, so she simply went out and took it over to avoid hearing what she could not bear. She tried to pretend to be calm and chatted with them. But what happened at the dining table next almost instantly destroyed her will. She didn't notice anything at first, until she sat next to Dongfang Yu, she was frightened to find Dongfang Yu flirting with her slowly under the table, and her mother's silk stockings and jade feet also took the initiative to reach out to tease him.

This discovery made Xiyao almost collapse because one sitting in front of her was her beloved man and the other was her mother who loved her the most. But now the two of them were openly doing such unbearable things under her nose, which made her unable to accept. Why did this look like this?

This was the only thought in her mind. She kept asking in her heart, but there was no answer or clue.

Xiyao pretended to be calm and finished the meal with Dongfang Yu and his mother He Yuqing. At this time, a phone call rescued her. The phone was called by her only good sister. She did not ask herself to go out to play, but chatted casually for a few words. But for some reason, she instinctively panicked and said that her classmates were asking her to go out, and Dongfang Yu and He Yuqing did not notice it. The two of them even communicated with their eyes. She also discovered these things at that time, and this discovery made her feel even more depressed, so she hurriedly changed into clothes and went out.

Xiyao didn't walk much far away after leaving the house. She just sat in a cafe not far from the community. The more she thought about it, the more uncomfortable she felt, and she cried for a while. But after crying, she walked back home by chance. At that time, Dongfang Yu was fighting with her mother He Yuqing in the living room. The two were closely entangled, but they didn't notice Xiyao peeking outside the door.

At the beginning, Xiyao looked at her beautiful mother screaming lewdly under the attack of her boyfriend Dongfang Yu's strong body. Her enjoyment made Xiyao feel more sad, but this emotion lasted for a while, because after peeking for a while, she felt that her mother performed better than hers under Dongfang Yu, and her mother's figure was better than hers, her breasts were bigger than hers, and her butt was plumper than hers. More importantly, her mother and Dongfang Yu cooperated more tacitly, and the two enjoyed the process more.

This jealousy became more and more exciting, which made her want to compare with her mother. Once this idea arises, it will be a little lingering. Slowly, the sadness and pain in her heart disappear, and instead a stream of heat that rippled up in her heart. The heat spread throughout her body, causing her to feel a hint of pleasure. Moreover, this pleasure continued to increase with the more intense movements of the two people in the living room, until she felt a little water stain flowing out of her lower body, wetting her lace underwear that had been put on her not long time.

Xiyao didn't think about rushing in to stop her mother from having passionate sex with her boyfriend. She was a little reluctant to stop peeking at her, and her underwear couldn't help but get wet. One hand quietly climbed up to her not very plump mountain, and the other hand reached between her legs and rubbed it through her pants.

While looking at the scene inside, Xiyao imagined herself as her mother He Yuqing, and imagined Dongfang Yu put herself and her mother He Yuqing together to fuck her. This imagination made her pleasure waver rise and fall. Although she did not really insert her hand into her lower body, she was also venting under the strange stimulation. If it weren't for the sudden sound of footsteps from the upstairs, she might have had orgasm again with the two in the living room.

The passion was interrupted, and Xiyao shyly closed the door and ran to the garden downstairs. There, she calmed down her mood until Dongfang Yu came out of her house and she appeared at the entrance of the stairs.

Xiyao didn't know how she got home because she was very confused. She didn't know whether she should hate Dongfang Yu and her mother He Yuqing. One was her boyfriend and the other was her biological mother. But these two people were combined with shamelessly on their backs. They also boldly did that kind of thing in the living room shortly after they left. Do they still have their own existence in their hearts?

After hatred, Xiyao still couldn't let go, otherwise she wouldn't have stayed outside the door. If she could let go, maybe she had already rushed in and questioned the two of them. Although she hated her, the hatred was very small, which could be said that she couldn't hate her a little.