"Plague City Mother and Son" - 3 Reasons Why Mothers Are Perfect as Sex Toys (Parts 1-5)

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[Part 1: Mom's Lunch]

Starting from midnight on May 23rd, the day of the Laba Festival, when Hubei Province's capital was locked down, Huangshi , located
at the junction of Hubei, Henan, Anhui, and Jiangxi provinces, and facing Wuhan across the river and belonging to the same eastern Hubei urban cluster, announced its own lockdown—

"Suspending all public transportation and long-distance passenger transport operations in the city, and temporarily closing all intercity railway and train stations and exiting
the city."

On January 31st, a week after Huangshi's lockdown, the entire city entered a state of community martial law. Workers stopped working, merchants
went on strike , students stopped attending classes, and the whole society began its annual holiday two weeks early. The once bustling streets suddenly became
deserted, and the city was shrouded in the shadow of fear of death, devoid of any
festive atmosphere for the approaching Spring Festival.

But none of this mattered to me.

My name is Hu Chongbei, I'm 23 years old, born in the spring of 2013, and I'll
be . I'm a native of Huangshi, but my hometown is Meicheng, yes, the place famous for its opera. However, I was
born in Huangshi city proper, and only spent some time being raised by my grandmother in the cloudy mountainous area of Meicheng before I started kindergarten at age 3.

My father's name is Hu Shihai, 47 years old this year (born in 1990), and he's an
administrator . My mother's name is Ju Yiyan, 44 years old this year (born in 1993), and she's a cleaner at Xinmei Household Services Company.
They're both from Meicheng, but one was born in Liulin Township and the other grew up in Wuzu Town. When they were young, they both
worked in Huangshi. My father had a fruit stall in a neighborhood near the riverside area, and my mother dropped out of high school in her second year and
sold shoes in a department store. Later, they met through a relative's matchmaking, got married after knowing each other for half a year, and
I was born the following year.

I've always attended school in Huangshi, until I was 19 and got into a second-tier liberal arts program at Quzhou University,
which gave me the opportunity to study in Jiangcheng, the provincial capital. Although Jiangcheng is only about 70 kilometers from here
, less than an hour and a half by car on the highway, I had never been there before
university . As I said, except for a period when I was three years old and raised by my grandmother in the mountainous area of Meicheng, I've always
attended school in Huangshi and never left my hometown.

I'd say I'm a typical small-town youth from a third-tier city, unambitious and
content with . However, I only represent a certain type of youth my age. Although our place isn't large,
it's famous nationwide for its college entrance exams; every high school student in the country has probably done questions from our exam papers.

Huangshi boasts a long and rich history, with over 2,000 years of administrative history. It has nurtured numerous prominent figures in Chinese Buddhism, including
the Fourth Patriarch of Zen Buddhism (Daoxin), the Fifth Patriarch (Hongren), and the Sixth Patriarch (Huineng); Bi
Sheng, the inventor of movable type printing in the Song Dynasty; Li Shizhen, the Ming Dynasty's medical sage; Li Siguang, a giant of modern geology; Wen
Yiduo, a patriotic poet and scholar; Huang Kan, a master of Chinese classical studies; Xiong Shili, a philosopher; Hu Feng, a literary critic; and
many It has also produced prominent political figures such as President Li Xiannian and Acting President Dong Biwu
…

However, these great figures have little to do with us.

Huangshi is located in eastern Hubei Province, on the southern slope of the Dabie Mountains, on the north bank of the middle reaches of the Yangtze River, and in the middle section of the Beijing-Kowloon Railway. The terrain slopes gradually from north to south
, with the Dabie Mountains forming the northeastern border with Henan and Anhui provinces. It administers seven counties, two cities, and two districts. Located at the border of Hubei
and Wu provinces, bordering Hubei, Henan, Anhui, and Jiangxi, and connected to the provincial capital Wuhan by mountains and rivers, Wuhan is
an important part of Wuhan's "1+8" metropolitan area.

Of course, in the end, we are just a supporting role to Wuhan. As the fourth-ranked new
first-tier city in China, Wuhan, a transportation hub connecting nine provinces, is famous throughout the country and even the world—

"Even more so since the outbreak of the novel coronavirus."

I typed on my phone.

"Dude, your situation is nothing. We in 'Huan Province' are the most miserable. Just because we surround
the capital, we get priority access to the best resources. Take this pandemic, for example. To ensure
the water supply is safe and clean, all the roads along the artificial canal have been closed. The bridge out of our village is over this
river. Now, the villagers can't leave or come in, and can only sit at home waiting for the food to run out.
What do you mean by 'Huan Province'? We should be called 'Accompanying Province'—'Three Accompaniments': accompanying you to eat, accompanying you to drink,
and accompanying you to vent your anger!"

"Giant Dick Fucks Mother, Ahhh!" grumbled.

"'Accompanying you to vent your anger'? Isn't it 'accompanying you to sleep'?"

"Mommy Eats My Little Bird" asked doubtfully.

"I think it should be called 'accompanying the air,' right? I remember seeing news last year that all the factories in the capital had been moved to the surrounding provinces
, so the air pollution index in those provinces has been off the charts every day for the past two years,"

I replied in the chat room using my account "Big Dick, Little Bitch."

As you might have guessed from our account names, this chat room is a
pornographic chat room for a group of mother-obsessed people. The creator is called "Danny Loves Salad Sauce," who claims to be a foreigner who is interested in
Taoist yin-yang and Bagua feng shui esoteric arts. This guy is really funny; his profile picture is a yellow talisman with red characters—I can't understand
what it says. However, he hadn't appeared for over a month. His last post on his blog
was a single sentence:

"After seven years of being guided into this profession by Master Wu, I've finally succeeded in time travel! I just wonder if it will have any negative impact on
the spatial environment???"

The accompanying picture was of a clearing in the woods, with a huge yellow cloth covered in strange symbols and incantations,
and various random ritual implements such as incense burners, wooden fish drums, and prayer beads.

"Looks like he's seriously mentally ill,"

I muttered to myself, looking at the picture.

Because in the center of the yellow cloth stood a cone-shaped totem pole, its spikes of varying lengths filled with snakes, rats,
bats, toads, hedgehogs, raccoons, pangolins… and other wild animals, resembling a bizarre and terrifying tower of bones.

I shuddered, exited the page, and returned to the chat room. Just then, a series of knocks came from inside the room: "Bang!
Bang! Bang!"

"Who is it?"

"Xiao Bei, open the door, it's Mom."

"Huh? Mom's here?"

I froze for a moment, then remembered that Mom had said she was coming to see me two days ago… Oh no! I had completely forgotten
!

“You’re here!”

I crawled out of bed, naked, grabbed a thermal undershirt from the covers, and jumped out
, tying it around my waist as I shuffled towards the door in my slippers.

Opening the door, I found Mom standing outside, carrying a cloth bag in each hand, wearing a light blue
disposable mask, her forehead soaked with sweat, her thick black hair glistening with
sweat, and her heavy breathing rising in gusts through the cold hallway.

“Ugh, I’m freezing! What are you doing? Why are you taking so long?!”

Mom frowned and scolded, carrying her things inside.

I stepped aside to let her pass, then slammed the old security door shut. There was no way around it; the door was older than me
, and anyone outside could easily open it without a bit of force.

With a creaking sound from the hinges, the cold wind that rushed into the room as the door closed blew hard
against my almost naked body, making me shiver involuntarily. I hugged my arms, rubbing them and gasping for breath,
my teeth chattering uncontrollably.

My mother, seeing the messy bed and then looking at my shivering state, scolded me
angrily ,

"It's almost noon, why aren't you up yet?"

"Huh? I'm up, I'm up, I got up early, but it's cold today, so I didn't leave the bed."

I wasn't lying; it was the truth. I had been up for a while, but for the past few hours since 7 a.m.,
I had been busy in bed:

chatting.
Watching movies.
Masturbating.

Chatting.
Watching movies.
Masturbating.

...

The chat room I was in was a pornographic chat room for a group of mother-obsessed people. Before the pandemic, we met about once a week,
open from 6 PM Friday to midnight Sunday. Sometimes I would spend the entire weekend there,
chatting, gossiping, reading, downloading porn... Without a doubt, whether it was erotic novels or porn, I
always watched "mother-son" content.

After the outbreak, under the government's call for a "nationwide coordinated effort," cities and markets across the country began to close
one after another. The huge machine of society, which was running at high speed, suddenly came to an abrupt halt, catching everyone
off guard from their busy work lives before the Lunar New Year. With so much
free time, our chat room remained open 24/7. Presumably to help
people alleviate their fear and anxiety, even the censorship of downloading sensitive pornographic resources became
much more lenient.

I checked the internal storage of my MP4 player in the backend and found that it had less than 10GB of memory left, enough to download at most
3-4 pornographic videos. While Archos MP4 players are the industry's No. 1
product, they only have built-in memory and cannot be expanded. The inability to insert a memory card is a fatal flaw in my opinion;
32GB of internal memory is simply insufficient for someone like me who likes to store a lot of data.

According to Henri Crohas, president of Archos France, this suggestion for their newly developed MP3 player came from
a board member named Steve Jobs when Archos acquired a small American computer company called Apple in 2030. Steve Jobs explained, 　　"A closed, integrated structure not only makes internal storage and data transmission more stable, but also makes the device thinner and lighter . Nobody wants to carry around a brick for entertainment." 　　Two years later, following this manufacturing philosophy, the MP4 video hard drive player was born. It integrated video playback, video recording , video output, audio playback, audio recording, digital camera companion, portable hard drive, image browsing , and online chat functions, making MP3 players pale in comparison and surpassing many other portable digital products, rightfully becoming the new king of mobile digital devices. 　　By 2035, after five generations of exploration by Archos, MP4 technology had matured in areas such as micro hard drives, MP4 product design, and digital processing chip design. Coupled with increased and expanded sales volume, costs could be gradually controlled to a lower range. Furthermore, the development of television technologies such as IPTV and satellite TV provided more ways to solve the content source problem for MP4 players. For example, the Archos AV4000, through a one-step installation and setup TV base, could directly record TV programs or movies from TVs, PCs, VCRs, or fiber optic/satellite receivers, providing ample content for its massive capacity. Of course, its most significant leap forward came in early 2036 with the technological breakthrough achieved after 　　acquiring the legendary Silicon Valley company Pied Piper. This company, dedicated to network storage solutions, was globally renowned for its highly efficient data management and storage compression algorithms. 　　The key to data compression lies in the algorithm, which determines the rules by which data is compressed and stored. The MP3 or video files the algorithmwe , the faster it can read the data details stored on the server or terminal; a better algorithm also means we can read more data details. 　　Each new media format requires an innovation in its algorithm. You can think of algorithms as real-world laws: if you live in a place with a sound legal system, your life will be comfortable. But if a law originally written to maintain order in a fishing village is located in a gambling club, then obviously, a new legal system is needed. 　　Pied Piper's flagship achievement is the Omni Hybrid system, applicable to both software and hardware. This allows Archos's MP4 player to achieve high-speed internal data transfer after connecting to Ethernet — 　　a 2000MB AV file can be rapidly transferred and stored within 1 second with a compressed size of a few kilobytes.

Once it's in your MP4 player, you just need to use the dedicated Archion software to decompress it, and this 2000MB AV file
will appear in your MP4's internal storage.

When AV resources are updated daily at a rate of hundreds or even thousands of new ones on the sharing platform of adult chat rooms, you should
understand why I spent the whole morning in bed doing the repetitive exercise of "chatting - watching videos - masturbating,"
right?

"It's all because the actresses are flying all over the screen, no wonder the king can't get out of bed."

"What are you muttering about?"

My mom saw me standing by the table, absentmindedly talking to myself, and reached out to grab a chopstick and hit my arm:

"Aren't you going to get dressed? Do you want to catch a cold?!"

"Ouch—, ouch, ouch, you're really rough, I'll get dressed."

So I turned to the left, marched in step, and pushed open the door to my bedroom. Just as I was sitting on the bed putting on my pants
, I suddenly saw my mom hurriedly take off her mask and rush past the bedroom door. Then I heard
the sound of the aluminum alloy glass door of the bathroom next door opening and locking.

"How desperate she is to pee,"

I joked as I opened the left sliding door of the wardrobe. As I rummaged through the hangers for a suitable long-sleeved shirt
, I suddenly heard the sound of running water coming from the opposite bathroom.

I paused, then realized it was
the sound of my mom urinating, the urine hitting the toilet bowl.

'She really is desperate to pee.'

Thinking this, I suddenly felt a surge of lust. I pushed aside the long clothes hanging in the closet, stepped onto the horizontal panel inside the wardrobe, and bent down to stand
inside. Then, I quietly removed the movable wooden panel on top of the wardrobe.
Suddenly, the open access panel for the central air conditioning appeared in front of me. I straightened up and looked down, taking in the entire bathroom environment through the air conditioner vent
.

The central air conditioning unit in the ceiling was removed long ago after it was scrapped. It was installed by the previous owner
, and I've never had the chance to use it in this house since I was born. Later, we bought a new house and moved
there, and this place was simply renovated and used as a rental.

Here I need to talk in detail about our old house—it was
a crucial asset that allowed my father, Hu Shihai, to marry my mother.

As mentioned before, both my parents are from Meicheng County, Huangshi. My father—well, let's just
call him by what outsiders call him, "Old Hu"

—was born in 1990 and is 47 years old this year. He only has a junior high school diploma; he didn't even finish high school before leaving
his hometown to work. As everyone in the country knows, Hubei Province is a major labor-exporting province, on par with Sichuan Province, with
its workforce mainly transported along the Yangtze River to the wealthy and developed Yangtze River Delta and Pearl River Delta regions in the southeast.

From age 15 to 22, Lao Hu spent six or seven years wandering the streets, only to achieve nothing
. Lacking both education and skills,
while , he returned dejectedly to his hometown, Huangshi. The once spirited and ambitious
young man had become a disillusioned and mediocre youth.

In 2012, the national economy reached a turning point, transitioning from its third decade of rapid growth to decline. The non-
physical, bubble-like virtual economy began to flourish, and housing prices were just starting to experience irrational and
abnormal increases. With limited knowledge and short-sighted vision, Lao Hu couldn't have foreseen what was to come.
His needs at the time were simple:

first, he needed to survive in Huangshi;
second, he needed to find a wife.

"Working is out of the question; I'll never work again in my life," he thought.

So, Lao Hu decided to become self-employed, doing small, low-cost businesses like street vending. As for "
finding a wife ," it was purely out of pressure from his family. In the countryside, most men his age already have
three-year-old children old enough to run errands.

To set up a stall, you need a suitable location; to get married, you need at least a decent house. Coincidentally,
there were many old residential areas near the riverside area at that time. These areas used to be the staff quarters of a state-owned shipyard, four-story, backward
shantytowns . Later, the city attracted many out-of-town companies to invest in the area. To address the workers' living problems, the old shantytowns were transformed into six-story single-person apartments under the guise of government projects. These were among the earliest commercial housing developments
in Huangshi in the early 1990s . 　　When Lao Hu bought a house here with his savings from years of working and borrowed money, the 70-year property rights house had already been occupied for nearly 20 years. The reason I bought this house was because Old Hu had a fruit stall at the entrance of this residential area. At the time, an acquaintance who knew the owner was retiring and wanted to return to his hometown in Yunnan to live out his retirement, so he sold it to him for over 230,000 yuan. The 50-square-meter house cost over 4,600 yuan per square meter. Compared to the rapidly soaring housing prices in the area afterward, it was incredibly lucky to get such a bargain. 　　A man with a house doesn't have to worry about finding a wife, especially a farm boy who owns his own . Liulin Township in Meicheng County is right next to Wuzu Town. Through a relative's matchmaking, Old Hu met my mother, Ju Yiyan, who also lived in Huangshi and worked selling shoes in a department store. 　　My mother was three years younger than Old Hu, just 19 that year. She had two younger brothers. Because her grades were average and there was no , she dropped out of high school in her second year to work and earn money to support her family. 　　Rural people, especially those with little education, don't have high aspirations for marriage. Their motivations are simple: "Find a partner, start a family, and support each other through life." When Lao Hu and my mother found they were compatible, they married less than six months after meeting. I was born the following spring. 　　The house I'm in now was their marital home, and this bedroom was their slept in this room with them until I was 12. 　　I suspect my "Oedipus complex" started there, because from childhood, they always waited until I was asleep before engaging in their usual sexual activity. But 　　in reality, I often pretended to be asleep and would secretly watch them from under the covers at night, thus gaining sexual enlightenment from my parents' sex life at a very young age . Especially after entering puberty, I often fantasized about being...

Comrade Lao Hu imagined himself lying on top of Comrade Ju Yiyan, engaging in intense human piston-like movements between a man and a woman.

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