【Leaving Summer and Dad】(May 1-3) 【Author: 13691058106】

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********** ... There were changes between her legs . Not only were they getting fuller, but they also looked better, very alluring. Old Li's manhood would sometimes get hard. The towel around his waist was replaced with a bath towel. Although Old Li would still hug his daughter, he no longer dared to touch her genitals . Naturally, he no longer helped her wash that area. His daughter didn't understand. She said she couldn't wash it clean enough and insisted that Old Li wash it for her. Old Li, unable to resist his daughter 's entreaties, had no choice but to wash it for her a few times. Touching his daughter's tender, soft, and upturned skin, although it felt good, Old Li's heart was pounding . His face turned red. Whenever this happened, Li Xia would scratch Old Li's face with her little fingers, laughing and shouting, "Haha! Daddy's shy! Daddy's shy!" When , her body developed rapidly, especially her sexual characteristics. Her breasts were full and she had a shape. This time, Xia Xia no longer bathed with her father. After he entered junior high school, he had sex education classes and learned about sex and sexual organs. Xiaxia started menstruating in her second year of junior high, and he knew even more about it. Although Xiaxia no longer bathed with her father, she still liked to snuggle in his arms, letting his hands rub her lower abdomen. He liked it whether his hands moved upwards or downwards. Old Li, of course, always moved his hands upwards, caressing his daughter's developing breasts. From the age of fifteen or sixteen until Xiaxia's marriage, Xiaxia's breast development was witnessed by Old Li. Many times, Xiaxia even let her father put his hands inside her shirt, rubbing her through her bra. A few times, when her mother was asleep, her father, aroused, even pushed up her bra, directly touching her tender skin and perky nipples. Hehe, this feeling was incomparable to touching through a bra. Old Li couldn't bear to let go. After touching for a long time, his daughter saw that her father was still touching her. Her face flushed crimson with embarrassment. Afraid of being discovered by her mother, she pushed her father's hand away and ran back to her room. Of course, Xiaxia felt comfortable and enjoyed her father's caresses of her breasts. Otherwise, why would she so readily allow him to touch her, always pulling his hand to her small chest and letting him touch her? She must have enjoyed the direct touch of his hands on her breasts. At first, Xiaxia didn't refuse her father's direct touch, but she ran away later, afraid of being discovered by her mother. Several times, his touch moved downwards from her lower abdomen, because he had drunk too much and was groping her unsteadily. She felt comfortable being touched and didn't want to break free, but her father held her tightly, preventing her from escaping. She had no choice but to let him do as he pleased until he released her. Twice, her lower body became wet from his touch. Xiaxia was so ashamed. Fortunately, her mother didn't know about these things, and they became a secret between father and daughter forever. These things cannot be said to have any impact on Xiaxia's later adultery with her father-in-law. Waking from a deep dream, everything was real, yet illusory through the dream; everything was so beautiful, unforgettable for a lifetime. In the neighborhood, some light was already faintly visible. Pulling back the curtains, Old Li gazed at the scene outside through the window. The gloom of the rainy day, the view obstructed by the glass, and the events of the past forty years gradually flowed from his heart. Turning back to lean against the bed, Old Li held an ashtray in one hand and a cigarette in the other, lost in thought. Even awakened from that dream, the past remained vivid in his mind, as if he were recounting his treasured memories, and his heart couldn't help but stir again… "Dad, look at my test results!" His daughter cheerfully held up her test paper and rushed over , burying her face in Li Xiang's arms. "Let Daddy see! Oh, my good girl, you got two perfect scores again! Daddy will pamper you!" With that, Li Xiang opened his arms and hugged his daughter, showering her with kisses on her smooth, delicate face. Qiao Yingtong standing nearby, couldn't help but smile. Their four- or five-year-old son, seeing this, ran over and joined in the commotion. "Me too! I want a hug too!" Li Xiang looked at his son, chuckled, and patted his head. Just as he was about to speak, his daughter interrupted, "Little brother, can I play with you?" His son clapped his hands and shouted. "Okay, okay, sister will play with me!" After a long day, the family was reunited —there was nothing better than this. Li Xiang poured himself a glass of baijiu (Chinese liquor), looking at his wife and son beside him, feeling incredibly happy. And when people are happy, they tend to drink a little more. Just as Li Xiang was drinking his second glass, his wife, Qiao Yingtong , pouted and her face hardened. Seeing this, Li Xiang knew his wife was unhappy. Before she could speak, he quickly began to speak. "Yingtong . Ah. Xiaxia got good grades today, hehe, look at me, isn't she, hehe." Qiao Yingtong said with a sullen face . "Drinking too much will cause trouble, you..." Seeing her mother's displeasure, little Lixia quickly stood up and said. "Mom, it's rare for Dad to be happy, please let him drink a little more!" After saying that, she moved closer to her father and said to Li Xiang. "Dad, Mom is only doing this for your own good, drink less." Seeing his daughter so well-behaved and sensible, the gloom over his head was swept away, and Li Xiang's heart immediately brightened . He picked up his daughter and gave her a big kiss, then said to Qiao Yingtong. "Listen to our daughter, haha, listen to my daughter." Seeing Li Xiang supporting his daughter in front of him, Qiao Yingtong rolled her eyes helplessly and said with a laugh. "You good-for-nothing, always using your daughter as a shield. You'll get what's coming to you sooner or later because of this drinking, humph." "Dad, you can just drink less in the future..."

"Dad, you can drink less in the future."...

"Dad, you can drink less in the future." In the blink of an eye. His daughter was already in her early twenties. They say girls
change a lot as they grow up, becoming more and more beautiful. At this age, she looked more and more like Ying Tong when she was young, and she was really pretty. Hearing his daughter's
advice, Li Xiang looked at his daughter and loved her more and more. Moreover, with a shield, he was no
longer . With his mind made up, Li Xiang poured himself another glass.

"My husband has really drunk a lot. I'm worried about his health," Qiao Ying Tong scolded. "Your daughter has spoiled you
. Can't you drink less at this age? You make me nag all day long. Do you like listening to it?" Seeing her mother's sullen
face , the now-adult Li Xia snatched the wine glass from her father's hand and said to her mother with a smile. "Mom,
don't be angry. Don't let such a small thing affect your relationship. Dad, you should drink less too. Hurry up and
apologize ." Li Xiang laughed as his daughter snatched the wine glass from him. "Xiaxia, this is only the second glass of wine... My dear wife,
please don't do it again, hehe, please don't do it again." Afraid that his wife would keep nagging, Li Xiang could only bow and beg for mercy.

"You, you just don't listen to me. You're not as young as you used to be, and you still... You've been spoiled rotten by your daughter
." Halfway through her sentence, Qiao Yingtong saw her daughter hand the wine glass to her husband. In front of her mother,
Li Xiang pulled his daughter into his arms, just like always, kissing and
groping her. He didn't act like a father at all. His daughter was also over twenty. Being hugged and groped by her father, she didn't
feel ashamed at all in front of her wife. After kissing his daughter until she was blushing, Li Xiang was finally satisfied. He
smiled said, "Haha, if I don't love my daughter, who will I love? Isn't that right, Xiaxia?" Li Xia looked at her mother,
then at her father, pinched Li Xiang's arm, and called out shyly. "Dad." She then
ran back to her room.

Seeing his daughter's shyness, Li Xiang laughed heartily, causing Qiao Yingtong, who was standing beside him, to widen her eyes and say
helplessly , "You're becoming less and less like a father. You have no shame. Our daughter will graduate from university in two years,
and it's time for her to get married... You, I really can't do anything with you."... The past is gone
and will return. Scattered fragments are buried deep in his mind. At this moment, it's like a movie player,
replaying the joys and sorrows of Li Xiang's youth. But even though he was often controlled and complained about by his wife, Li Xiang still
enjoyed it, because he knew that his wife was good to him.

Whenever he recalled the way his wife writhes and submits beneath him, Li Xiang felt a surge of pride. If given
another chance, he could still give his wife the same orgasmic pleasure as when he was young; whenever he thought of his wife...
His hands on his hips, roaring angrily, was mostly due to his drunkenness. Old Li couldn't
help but smile knowingly. She was worried about me, that's why. Ah, I wanted to hear Ying Tong's voice again.

"Old Li, you've had too much to drink again!"

"Old Li, at least you know how to come home!"

"Dad, don't be so hard on yourself anymore. I've been too strict with you all my life, I haven't been as
considerate and . After I'm gone, you must take good care of yourself, don't be so hard on yourself, promise me!"... Thinking
of his deceased wife, tears welled up in Old Li's eyes again. His wife Qiao Ying Tong's voice and smile were etched in Li Xiang
's mind, indelible, causing Old Li, who had already moved on from his grief, to shed two more streams of
cloudy tears.

Life, a few decades, passes by in the blink of an eye, leaving one with a deep sense of melancholy. Now
in his twilight years, old and frail, though he has seen through the ways of the world, Old Li still cannot truly
let go of his grief. As he was lost in memories of his deceased wife, unable to extricate himself, his eyes suddenly widened, and he murmured to himself,
"Yingtong, do you really know nothing?"

Chapter Five: Memories of the Past. 02.

The scene before him shifted again and again, Li Xia slowly growing up. At fifteen or sixteen, she always liked to snuggle in Old
Li's arms, letting him caress her. Until Li Xia got married. Ambiguous scenes
echoed in Old Li's mind. In his dream, Old Li vaguely realized he was dreaming, knowing to some extent that his wife
had passed away, but being in a dream, he had no choice. Leaving aside the feeling of being both real and unreal, the mere thought
of being reunited with his wife was enough to warm Old Li's heart. Slowly,

his wife's image transformed into his daughter. He and his daughter were naked, embracing each other. His large
hand caressed and kneaded his daughter's large breasts. One hand reached down to her genitals, stroking her vulva.
He even inserted his fingers into her vaginal opening, practically ready to thrust his erect penis inside. That was
his own daughter! Although she didn't blame him, Old Li felt a pang of guilt. Whenever
he calmed reason returned, Old Li couldn't help but feel ashamed. It was fourteen years ago.
One summer evening that year

, after showering, Li Xia changed into summer clothes and put on flesh-colored stockings, intending to go for a walk. The hot
summer had dampened her appetite, and staying home meant she couldn't see Zongjian. In a week, Li Xia would
be marrying Wei Zongjian. Although her father didn't say anything, Li Xia could still detect a
hint . And now, he was drinking silently, seemingly oblivious to her mother's nagging.

"Mom, let Dad have a drink. He deserves to relax after a long day at work. Dad, please
drink less in the future. Getting dizzy isn't good for your health!" Seeing her mother's stern face, Li Xia guessed that her father had
probably drunk quite a bit again, otherwise her mother wouldn't be nagging so endlessly.

Stepping out of the bedroom, Li Xia saw her father holding a wine glass, smacking his lips. After saying a few words, the door
opened, and her mother got up to open it. She laughed for a couple of minutes before leaving the room, muttering
as , "Old Li, don't let me come back to find you drinking, okay?"

Her father seemed a little hesitant, glancing at his mother's retreating figure until the door closed. Seeing that her mother had left and was no longer
bothering her , her father picked up the bottle to pour himself another glass of baijiu. Seeing this, Li Xia quickly stepped forward and snatched
the glass from her father, pouting and saying, "You should drink less in the future." Her father's eyes were red, and he stared intently
at her, muttering, "A son grows up and is no longer under his father's control!" His voice was somewhat deep and drifted
into Li Xia's ears. Seeing that he seemed a little downcast, Li Xia picked up her glass and moved closer to her father,
saying, "Don't be like that… it makes me feel bad too!"

Her father smiled, took Li Xia's hand, and said, "Daughter, have a drink with Dad. If you want to drink again,
you'll have to come back to your parents' house when you have time!" As he spoke, he turned his head away,
making incredibly sad. Lately, perhaps because her wedding was approaching, she felt her father was drinking heavily, and she often
heard her mother's scolding. "Sigh, Dad, you always get so drunk. Just drink less in the future. You always
have to listen to Mom's nagging."

She filled her father's glass, knowing he was upset, and forced a smile to comfort him,
"Daughter has filled your glass." As she spoke, she tried to take a small sip.

The strong smell of the liquor was extremely pungent, and the moment it entered her mouth, it burned her mouth and heart,
a fiery, unpleasant feeling. She coughed incessantly, tears welling in her almond-shaped eyes.

"Have some food!" A pair of chopsticks filled with food was offered to Li Xia. Wiping away tears, she
heard her father's kind voice. Li Xia gazed at her father's familiar face, clearly
seeing a trace of moisture in his bright red eyes.

"I thought it was red wine? You drank so much! Have some food to calm down!" With loving care, Li Xia obediently
opened her mouth, just like when she was a child snuggling next to her father. After he put the food in her mouth, she gently
chewed a couple of bites and then burst out laughing.

Her father took the opportunity to hug Li Xia, constantly nagging, "You're laughing while eating, be good, don't
choke!" Being held in her father's arms like that, Li Xia forgot that she was already a twenty-four or twenty-five-year-old
young woman. But with her daughter sitting on her father's lap, and no one else around, and even her mother didn't say anything, who
could gossip? Feeling her father's warm and intense aura, Li Xia felt particularly at ease.
She gently wiped the corner of his eye and heard him say, "Come on. Have another sip with Dad." Why was this wine
so pungent in the glass, yet so different on her father? Li Xia couldn't quite explain it; she
just her face. Seeing her father bring the glass to her lips, she obediently opened her mouth.

Sure enough, it was still incredibly spicy, the taste unchanged. Coughing softly, Li Xia playfully complained to her father,
"Spicy—" Her father took a sip, and as he straightened his legs, he wrapped his arms tightly
around Li Xia's waist, saying, "Daughter, life is a mix of sweet and sour, a bit bitter and spicy. Ah… when you were little, I used to laugh at the way
people cried when they were choosing their daughters. Now, it's my turn…" Hearing
a hint of loneliness in her father's tone, Li Xia wrapped her arms around his neck and said, "Your daughter is getting married; you should be happy!"

Unconsciously… Li Xia had already drunk two cups with her father. And her father had drunk less. Li Xia had drunk
more; her father's arms were wrapped around her waist and legs, and when he freed his hands, he patted her thighs, like when she was a child
swatting away mosquitoes. That familiar feeling was unchanging, always there, surrounding her. That gesture, that
expression, remained the same even now.

But after a moment of silence, her father gently chewed, "In this world, all fathers are closest to their daughters. Over the
years, no matter who it was, as long as they mentioned betrothing a daughter, I felt awkward, I couldn't bear it..." Knowing her father
couldn't bear to part with her, Li Xia slowly leaned closer, pressing her face against his warm cheek. Unable to hold back her aching
heart, tears streamed down her face as she said to her father, "I'll come back to see you often from now on. I can't bear to part with you either." She kept stroking her father
's face, and he hugged her even tighter, as if afraid that if he let go, they would be separated forever, never to meet again.

Each cup of wine was finished, and most of it went into Li Xia's stomach. Dad poured
another glass , and although reluctant, Li Xia didn't stop him. Sitting in his lap, listening to his heartbeat and feeling
his breath, Li Xia's head gradually became heavy, and she guessed her face was already flushed.
Li Xia's thoughts were already somewhat hazy. To prevent her father from getting drunk, Li Xia forced
herself to drink most of the glass. Her body, still flushed from the alcohol after her shower, broke out in a
fine sweat, forcing her to take off her shirt to get some fresh air.

Her father's voice tickled her ear, "Going out so late? Don't go, stay with Dad."
Her father repeatedly kneaded her stockings, making Li Xia's mind race. He probably thought she was going to see Zong
Jian. They had agreed not to see each other before the wedding, and her body was weak from the alcohol; she couldn't even take a step.

Like her father, Li Xia reeked of alcohol and was somewhat disoriented. She called out to her father sweetly, "Dad, it's hot."
Then, Li Xia kissed her father's face, whispering that she would always be there for him. She

sensed that her father was also quite drunk; he hugged her tightly, stumbled as he stood up,
but quickly regained his balance, repeatedly reassuring himself, "I'm all wet, I'm all wet,
let me cool off." Li Xia opened her dazed eyes and looked around, feeling the whole room swaying. Finally,
she lay , hearing her father's heavy breathing, and suddenly felt her skirt tighten. Then, she knew nothing more.

Chapter Five: Memories of the Past 03

These days, regardless of spring, summer, autumn, or winter, women wearing stockings are as common as hairs on a cow. Do
n't underestimate this small county town; in recent years, with economic development, those who love beauty have become increasingly daring. Sometimes, disregarding the temperature,
they even wear stockings in the dead of winter, adorning the city and bewitching men. Old Li's obsession, or rather, his fondness for women's
stockings, has lasted for almost twenty years. From the initial long stockings to the later thicker
stockings and now the ultra-thin styles, he has witnessed all these changes on his daughter's legs. For him, this
might be called a stocking fetish, a love affair with his daughter that dates back to a summer night many years ago.

The events of fourteen years ago are still vivid in his mind. His daughter was about to get married, and Old Li clearly remembers
being extremely depressed at that time. To be honest, marrying his daughter off felt like having his heart ripped out, like cuts were being slashed from his
flesh, yet he couldn't stop it, nor could he stop his daughter's happiness. Drowning his sorrows in alcohol, Old Li didn't know
how he would get through the following week.

It was also a hot summer, and the situation was similar to now. Old Li still vividly remembers that after dinner that day, his wife
went out. Old Li, still depressed, was drinking. Li Xia also came to keep her father company, drinking a lot of baijiu (Chinese liquor). After a
reluctant shower... She sat on the sofa, held in her father's arms. Unable to resist the effects of the alcohol,

she drifted off to sleep in his embrace, mumbling the word "hot." Hearing his daughter say "hot..."
Old Li knew his daughter had drunk too much. Looking at her sexy body, he felt a surge of sexual desire. The alcohol fueled his
wicked thoughts. Without hesitation, he picked her up and carried her to the bedroom, placing her on the large bed. He lifted her
skirt from her waist and covered her face with it. His daughter was still
dazed, lying on her back, motionless. Her thighs, clad in flesh-colored stockings, constantly assaulted Old Li's already bloodshot eyes
. He had seen, touched, and rubbed those two gleaming jade pillars before him countless times; they were intimately
familiar . Looking at his daughter's long, vibrant legs, Old Li placed his hands on them.

"Mmm. Hot. I'm hot,"

he heard his daughter's soft, drunken moans echoing in his ears. Looking at her alluring
triangle through the stockings only intensified Old Li's lust. Old Li resolutely reached out and grabbed her stocking waistband,
ripping it off along with her thong. His daughter was dazed and unable to stop her
virgin vulva from opening tightly. Old Li didn't know if his daughter had been with the young man named Wei Zongjian,
the man who would soon become her son-in-law. Thinking about what would happen in a week, Old Li felt
not only reluctance and frustration, but also a layer of jealousy.

Imagine, his daughter, whom he had raised for over twenty years, especially this daughter who had always been ambiguous with him, close to him, and
who made him worry so much, was about to run off to live in someone else's home. How would a father feel?
The pent-up frustration, with nowhere to vent, all sorts of emotions poured out, flooding his heart. Old Li
then pulled his daughter's skirt off her head, throwing it and her bra onto the bedside. "Dad, I'm hot,"
his daughter, already completely naked, still complained of being hot. The daughter kicked her legs, twisting her body, her face
flushed with drunkenness, her eyes moist.

"Ah. Dad's here to pamper you. To help you find relief." Old Li glanced at
his daughter . Overcome by the alcohol, he couldn't control his lust and pulled down his pants. His large
member was already hard, a few drops of precum seeping from the tip. He grabbed his daughter's thighs,
spreading them apart. Her tightly closed vulva parted slightly. Old Li shakily climbed onto the bed and
lay on top of his daughter.

"Dad, I'm hot," the daughter murmured. "Mmm. You won't be hot in a bit." Old Li disregarded everything else.
In his memory, he had only inserted the head of his penis into his daughter's vagina, instantly filling the oily opening. The
tightness was like a contracting leather bowl, enveloping his glans in warmth and moisture,
creating a suction effect. How exhilarating it would be to penetrate deeper! But... Old Li
's glans was blocked by something inside.

He couldn't go in any further. Even now, thinking back, he still had a feeling of being inside. Ah. That was his daughter's
hymen. Old Li was shocked. His daughter was still a virgin. She hadn't had sexual relations with that young man named Wei Zongjian
. If he deflowered his daughter today, how could he explain it to his husband? Although
society , and some educated people know that some women's
hymens can rupture for various reasons even if they haven't had premarital sex, many men still care whether their wives
bleed on their wedding night. The most important thing was how his daughter would face life in the future. Thinking this, Lao Li felt a chill of fear. He dared
not go

any further. His drunken daughter was awakened by Lao Li's penetration. She twisted her body and cried out in pain. Lao Li dared not move anymore. He
just lay on top of his daughter, hugging her neck. His daughter's legs were wrapped around his waist, and
her father 's glans was tightly wrapped in her oily vaginal opening. It felt warm and very comfortable.
She didn't want to leave. He thought, since he was already inside and hadn't broken his daughter's hymen, he would
stay inside a little longer. Let him properly experience the taste of his daughter's little pussy. It wouldn't be in vain that he raised her.
Hehe. If his daughter hadn't repeatedly cried out in pain, the situation might have been different.

He saw his daughter's hands gripping the sheets tightly, her brows furrowed, her face almost dripping blood, and in the stalemate, the contractions and writhing of
her vaginal opening. She repeatedly sucked on Lao Li's glans, as if trying to draw it in. Lao Li's last
shred of reason kept him going. Hmm. His daughter was still a virgin. He couldn't take her body. No. Hmm.
I'll just stay a little longer. Hmm. Just a little longer. At this critical moment, the sound of a lock being opened came from outside.

Tense and bewildered, Lao Li felt his daughter's body suddenly contract, as if trying to devour his penis.
Caught off guard, Lao Li felt his body lose control, and he hurriedly lifted his buttocks. His large glans left
his daughter's vaginal opening. At the same time, his ejaculation released, gushing out a stream of hot, thick semen between
his daughter's legs.

His daughter, now conscious, quickly got up. Ignoring everything else, she simply pulled her skirt over
her shoulder. The blush on her face wouldn't fade. She pretended to go to the bathroom, locked the door, and
slowly cleaned herself up. Lao Li was left to hurriedly pull on his pants. He hurriedly cleaned up the mess, too afraid to face
his wife who had suddenly returned home.

To be continued...

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