Chapter 2: I Recalled My Past Life

“Ah...”

I woke up from a nightmare and sat up! It was still dark outside the window. Under the cover of night, the pointer of the alarm clock on the bedside table was emitting a faint fluorescent light.

I calmed down and felt a chill on my back. Then I realized that I was sweating all over!

“What’s going on?” My mind was not fully awake yet, and I was a little confused. I reached out and turned on the table lamp. I looked at the clock. It was 4:30 in the morning!

“It turned out to be a dream ... That terrible scene was just a nightmare!” I smiled bitterly, lifted the quilt and jumped out of bed, took a quick shower in the bathroom next door, and then dealt with the dirty pants stained with sperm, changed into a set of clean underwear, and lazily lay back in the warm quilt.

It was still early in the morning, so I yawned and prepared to have a good sleep, but I don’t know why, my mind kept turning over and over and refused to calm down. The nightmare I had just had kept reappearing in front of my eyes, just like watching a movie, and the scene became clearer and clearer!

Why is this happening? This dream ... this dream seems to have something wrong! I thought hard, and my intuition told me that this is not an ordinary dream! The complex content and terrifying atmosphere are as real as happening in front of my eyes! I can even remember every word and every action of the characters in the dream, but the strange thing is that the only thing I have forgotten is their facial features!

“Could it be ... I am not dreaming tonight, but recalling my past life?” I thought of several novels about past lives and present lives that I read not long ago, and I couldn’t help but have subtle associations in my heart!

According to the viewpoints in the book, life always exists in the universe in various forms and endlessly. The only difference is that atheists call it the immortality of matter, while theists like to call it reincarnation!

“If everyone is really reincarnated after death, then are all the things I just dreamed of my past life?”

I can’t answer this question, and I dare not answer it! I can’t imagine that I would die so miserably in my past life, and I died at the hands of my beloved woman and her mistress...

“Go to sleep, stop thinking about it!” I forced myself to put aside this mystery, otherwise I would be entangled in such a weird idea and I’m afraid I won’t be able to sleep well for the next few nights.

What if there is really an afterlife? Can I still avenge the hatred of my past life with my current identity? Who would be stupid enough to waste such effort? But who does the girl Xiaojing in the dream look like?...

Suddenly, I let out a hoarse cry, and the whole person jumped out of the quilt, almost hitting the wall.

An inexplicable thought suddenly rushed into my mind, which made me shudder...

-Xiaojing? Isn’t my mother’s name Tang Jing? Could it be ... Could it be that the girl in the dream is my mother when she was young? And the young man with oily hair and powdered face is actually my father?

The bedroom was silent, with only the second hand ticking. I sat motionless on the bed, my thoughts boiling like a pot of boiling hot porridge!

Xiao Jing ... Xiao Jing is really my mother? She and my father accidentally killed “me” in the previous life, and then this wronged soul was reincarnated and became her biological son?

This is really incredible! Is the arrangement of fate really so cruel?

I shook my head in disbelief, and shouted to myself in my heart: “No ... This is just a dream! Anyone who takes the illusory dream seriously is the biggest fool in the world! The reason why you have this strange dream is because ... because you want your mother too much...”

Yes, it must be like this! It is often said that dreams are always associated with the subconscious, reflecting the most obscure and ardent desires in a person’s subconscious. Perhaps, the cause of this strange dream is the secret hidden in the deepest part of my heart that no one knows - incest! This secret has troubled me for many years! Only I know how crazy I am obsessed with my mother! Almost every day I long for an intimate contact with my mother. Although this disgusting idea only exists in my fantasy, it becomes stronger day by day and becomes the most painful torture for me mentally and physically! My name is Xiaobing, I am 18 years old this year, and I am just in the first year of high school. To be honest, I am not handsome at all, I am not tall, and I am as thin as a bean sprout! Like most children in this city, I have a relatively comfortable family. My father is a department manager in a company. He is much more handsome than me. He always combs his hair in a sleek and shiny way, wears a famous brand suit and tie, and has a gentle and elegant demeanor. But for some reason, I have never liked him since I was a child. It seems that I have a natural resistance and rejection, and there is a ruthless barrier between my father and me.

As for my mother, she is 37 years old and works in the cultural department of the municipal government. In my eyes, she is simply the most beautiful woman in the world. She has a beautiful face, elegant temperament, tasteful clothes, and a faint smile on her lips. She looks soft and feminine. In addition, her slender figure of 1.68 meters and perfect curves make her attract the admiration of the young and old wherever she goes.

Faced with such a radiant mother, I have always had an unspeakable desire to possess her. I wish she belonged to me alone! Usually, even if she told a few jokes to other men, it would arouse my jealousy and resentment! I can’t stand her intimate attitude towards my father. As long as I think of her lying in my father’s arms every night, I feel sad and angry!

When did this almost perverted feeling come about? I have forgotten the exact time, but I only remember that I was attached to my mother since I was very young. I followed her like a tail all day long, chattering non-stop.

My mother also liked me, an innocent and lovely son, and we always had endless topics to talk about. In my young heart, my mother was the closest person to me in this world. I couldn’t imagine what my life would be like without her!

When I was eleven years old, I began to vaguely realize that the body structure of women and men is completely different! The most obvious difference is that my father and I have flat chests, but my mother has two towering muscles on her chest. My classmates said that thing is called “breasts”. When you squeeze it with your hands, milk will flow out of the top!

Every child grows up eating mother’s milk, no one is exception!

These words made me dumbfounded!

In my impression, I have never seen my mother expose her breasts, let alone squeeze her breasts to suck milk. I have always drunk milk, which was made by my father with milk powder. Why didn’t my mother want to breastfeed me herself? Was it because I didn’t please her? I was full of doubts, but I was too embarrassed to ask her.