Want Revenge？then Be Reborn as the Son of Your Enemy
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Chapter 25: Murder in a Dream: The Death of Mr. Yang
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 25: Murder in a Dream: The Death of Mr. Yang - The mother was teased continuously, and the latent desires of the middle-aged woman were aroused little by little, but she didn't know that all this was secretly planned by her son... In the dark night, when her desire was rising, she didn't notice that her son's greedy eyes were staring at her...
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Incest Mother Son
Suddenly, the sky turned black, so dark that not a single star could be seen! The river water also became turbid, flooded with filthy mud and impurities!
The thick fog was everywhere, and everything around me became blurred! I stood there in a daze, feeling that the world was constantly spinning and spinning, as if I had passed through layers of time and space...
Suddenly, my eyes blurred, and all the scenery changed! I rubbed my eyes and heard a rough voice laughing triumphantly: “Haha, Sister Tang, your skin is so good, it feels so good to touch it!” Then a familiar woman sobbed softly and whimpered in pain...
I was shocked and angry, picked up an iron rod beside me, strode to the source of the sound, and shouted: “You bastard, let her go!”
The fog dissipated, and Mr. Yang’s skinny and wretched figure appeared in my sight. He was dumbfounded when he saw me, and ran away without saying a word. I chased him without thinking, and a burst of anger rushed to my chest. I wanted to vent all the breath I had just held on this guy.
I don’t know how long it took for Mr. Yang to suddenly stop and turn around. A panic expression appeared on his sallow face. It turned out that he had no way to escape. There was a bare cliff in front of him.
“Asshole, you have come to this day!” I sneered with gnashing teeth, waving the iron rod in my hand, and pressed forward step by step!
“Don’t come over ... Don’t come over ... Help ... Don’t come over...” Mr. Yang was trembling with fear, stepped back a few steps, his feet softened, and he fell backwards unsteadily!
“Ah...” He screamed in despair, his body broke through the lingering clouds and mist, and fell straight into the bottomless abyss...
I sat up suddenly from the bed, sweating all over my body, but my hands and feet were cold!
It was still dark outside the window, and there was no sound. I looked up at the alarm clock, it was 4:30 in the morning!
“Again ... this time again!” I couldn’t help but smile bitterly, recalling the first nightmare I had a few months ago, which also woke me up at 4:30.
The difference is that this dream is more messy, spanning past and present lives, mixing all kinds of events together.
I got up and drank some water to calm myself down. Suddenly, I thought of a strange question: why do I sometimes dream as “Brother Zhibin” and experience the past life in person? But sometimes I am split into two people and can even have a conversation with him?
What is going on? I lay down in confusion, puzzled, and unable to fall asleep.
The next day at noon, my father came home for lunch, which was rare. As soon as he entered the door, he brought a shocking news: “Did you know? Mr. Yang is dead!”
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