Chapter 8: Mom is getting prettier

Mom must feel guilty for daring to write about her rape, but not about the affair with Huang Laoze. She was raped when she was young and seduced when she was a young woman. These psychological burdens made me have a sleepwalking mother.

Mom loves money too much, but she doesn’t cherish the money she spends. Once she spent almost 10,000 yuan on a whitening beauty treatment, and she quarreled with Dad for a whole day.

At the back of the book, there are several sums of money that Mom secretly got from doing the accounts in Dad’s company. The amount of embezzlement is not small. If Dad only sees these stolen amounts, he might have a heart attack. After reading the whole book, I believe he will die. I secretly thought about revenge for Dad, and for myself, including my enlarged penis. An evil idea grew in my heart. It seems that this account book will add another transaction.

After shooting three times in one night, the hero also became a dog. I didn’t sleep well. Yang deficiency must have many dreams.

I dreamed that when I was a child, my mother and I chased each other on the grass. The laughter made me miss the past. (Can you hear the sound in the dream?)

It’s a bit sad. The beautiful past with my mother is gone.

I am really afraid that I will lose my mother one day. Without her, I will lose the other half of my life forever.

I am still afraid of this. People lose every day, including your favorite.

So, some people become monks and deny their existence. It is undeniable that my mentality is a bit abnormal.

I always want to be with my mother in my life, and keep asking for everything from her. When I was young, it was her meticulous care, the fragrant milk, the sweet laughter, and holding me to feed under the green shade.

When I was young, it was every happy fairy tale in front of the bed, the warm praise on the report card, and even the mosquito net, mosquito swatting, and quilt before going to bed were all gifts of my mother’s love.

Until now, I can’t tell my mother about my precociousness. The object of my penis is my mother, but I dare not ask her. Moral ethics block my need to grow up.

My mother couldn’t give it to me, so I had to solve the problem unilaterally, and this problem was incest, which is despised by society!

With an ugly spring thought, I rushed to the young and beautiful mother in my dream. The warm and soft jade body was such a textured dream. I held the mother in my dream and wanted to kiss her.

Suddenly, I fell into an abyss and fell into an ice cave.

It was so cold!

I woke up from the dream with a shiver, opened my eyes, looked up and looked back, and saw a flower! A delicate and honey-dripping flower! A flower that occupies all the meaning of my life.

Yes, this flower is my mother. My mother is so beautiful today, with her long black hair swaying in the morning breeze, and her jade-like face, covered with a morning light, exaggerating miracles.

In her beautiful eyes, there is a pool of black and shiny water, deep and kind, and her charming little mouth is slightly upturned, covered by the light from her blue and white teeth, the most beautiful work of a natural artist.