Queen's River Stories: Lockdown with(out) mom

“People come to Queen’s River for all sorts of reasons. Some come for education, some come as tourists, and some come, because their romantic preferences aren’t accepted outside of Oedipal or other **** Zones. Most unusually, some come without really meaning to, without choice.”

Jocasta smiled, having put on a decidedly non-standard nurses uniform for the occasion. One she seemed to be fulling to near-bursting. Or perhaps it was standard. You never really knew in Queen’s River.

“Regardless of the circumstances, quite a lot of people decide to make their stay more permanent. So it was with Dorian and Helena, even if they didn’t really see much of the city before becoming residents.”

Dear Diary,

That’s how you’re supposed to start these, right? Feels weird to keep a log like this, but the scientists insist. Apparently it’s a great way to stay sane when you’re in a full lockdown.

Where to begin? At the beginning I guess. My name is Dorian by the way. Dorian Summers.

'Nothing to worry about.' That’s what they said almost a year back. Back in December of last year, the free use celebration orgy was held in Athens, Greece. Every year, people from all over the world gather in a single city to celebrate that the world (or at least most of it) embraced the concept of free-use.

I was actually supposed to go, had tickets and everything. But then the divorce happened. Can you imagine someone cheating nowadays? When you can literally fuck just about anyone without consequences? Well… as long as you wear a condom that is. Which dad didn’t. And even then, accidents happen right? But this wasn’t an accident. Banging your secretary during your coffee break is fine. Everyone does that. Taking your secretary to a motel every other day, lying about it to your wife and then knocking her up? That’s a lot less fine. He’d never won any father or husband of the year prizes, being rather distant from his family. But this was low, even for him.

So mom was in shambles an dad packed his bags and there I was, holding the bag. Literally in this case as it was the morning of my flight. I decided to stay home and gave my tickets to a friend of mine, Lucy, who almost blew me right there and then in gratitude. My big sister Ava couldn’t get a flight home in time so until January when she’d get here it was just me and Mom.

Christmas wasn’t exactly a fun occasion, in spite of my best efforts Mom spent most of the month in a bottle and new years was… weird. There we were, mom was rather drunk and after toasting she kissed me at midnight. A real kiss, like she used to give Dad. I was too stunned to react; I thought she was going for my cheek! It seemed to sober Mom up as well, that red glow on her face was not just ****.

Since this is a diary I can make a small confession of my own. I liked it. I mean Mom was out of it; she probably thought I was Dad or something. We share a name after all. I sometimes hear her moan “Dorian” through the walls. I guess free use doesn’t mean you’re satisfied though why she’d fantasize about that asshole… But she was and is still a very beautiful woman. I had an enormous crush on her growing up. Like lots of boys have for their moms. I guess a part of me still does.

In the new year though she seemed to have left the drinking behind her. We never spoke about the kiss. As far as I was concerned, it never happened. And with how much she had to drink, she might not even have remembered.

She seemed like a new woman. No more moping around. She’d gotten a membership at a gym and was actually going, tossed out most of her wardrobe and replaced it. When Ava came home there wasn’t a hint of the depressed woman she’d been the past month. But given that I could still hear her moaning Dad’s name at night, I knew she was a long way from recovered. Ava stayed with us for about two months before she had to get back to her own life. I didn’t blame her, she had a solid career at a law firm in some city called Queen’s River. I couldn’t expect her to put her life on hold forever. Especially when Mom seemed to be doing fine.

She did have a bit of a weird look on her face one day after she and Mom got back from lunch, looking at me as if she was evaluating some prize horse. When she’d hugged me goodbye before getting on a plane back to her home she told me that Mom needed me to be the man of the house. Maybe Mom didn’t fool her as much as I thought? In any case, I didn’t need Ava to tell me to step up.

The next bit, you all know about. The virus. It didn’t seem very serious at the time. Not like it was an STD or something. And with all those people packed in one place, not to mention naked, some stuff always spreads. I certainly didn’t hold back with free use. Lucy was very grateful for the ticket and when she got back she made her gratitude known in some very explicit ways.

But then people started getting sick. Really sick. Like, admitted into a hospital ‘holy shit do we have enough beds’ sick. Authorities were still downplaying it, nobody had died yet. And even on the growing scale, on a total global population of 9 billion, it was easy to manipulate statistics.

But as months went by mom was getting worried. Oh, I should probably have mentioned this: Mom is a medical researcher at Pearson’s. She's part of the initial vaccine team. I’m just saying, incredibly smart. And beautiful….oh! Long tresses of slightly curled brown hair, a curvy figure with just the right amount of maternal weight, the way she sometimes pushed her glasses down and looked at you with those deep ocean blue eyes… no wonder I was maybe still harboring a tiny crush.

So when she was worried, I started worrying. And then, in April, the lockdown. The situation had gotten completely out of control. Hospitals were overflowing and our already overworked healthcare system was giving signs of collapsing completely. So… lockdown. Enforced by the military. Every week we receive a schedule of when I’m allowed to leave the house for a walk or to go to the supermarket. And no free use! There are soldiers patrolling everywhere and they tossed hundreds of people in jail the first few weeks for fucking strangers during their ‘outside time’. Honest to god literal 'horny jail'.

Mom was exempt due to her work on the vaccine. I’m still not entirely sure if it’s a blessing or not. On the one hand, being alone all day got pretty lonely. On the other, cooped up like that? Not sure if we’d keep getting along. It’s July now so it’s been… three months? Damn. Three months without free use. I don’t mind telling you, diary, I’m pretty backed up. I imagine Mom is feeling the effects as well; she’d always been a pretty sexual being.

I guess I’ll talk to you later, Diary. Is that how you end one of these entries?

“All right, I'm off. Love you!”

“Love you too, Mom!” Dorian shouted at his mother’s retreating figure. “Month three,” he muttered. They were trying to keep some semblance of a normal schedule. Dorian had decided to take a gap year. With the whole world in lockdown, college wasn’t exactly appealing. He’d planned to play it a bit by ear and see if any interesting jobs popped up and do those. But in the lockdown, getting a job had been a bit more difficult than expected.

But he’d lucked out. Because of the lockdown, companies like Viewflix were booming. And while they might not be able to produce much new content, it meant a much bigger budget for licensing older shows. The main issue was subtitles. There was a ton of media produced all over the globe locked away from audiences because they didn’t understand the language.

So they needed translators to watch shows and write subtitles. The pay was excellent and the hours were your own. They sent shows and movies to Dorian with a deadline. All he had to do was watch and write. Languages had always been Dorian’s strong suit; the profession he actually wanted in life was that of translator to the UN or something similar. He spoke and wrote 4 languages well enough to be considered native and was fluent in a number of others.

The job sounded better than it was of course. Dorian learned that the vast majority of entertainment content sucked. Even fun movies lost their luster when you kept having to pause a scene to write, rewind a bit to make sure the subtitles were accurate and then rinse, repeat. His e-mail bleeped, they’d just sent him a new assignment. “I swear, if I have to watch one more movie where that fat fuck Seagal pretends to be a Navy Seal or some shit I quit.” he muttered.

“Wait… wait…” he stared at the screen. “That can’t be… for real?” Apparently, Viewflix was opening a porn department. And they’d gotten an exclusive deal with Stone Productions which made, in Dorian’s humble opinion, some of the best stuff. Their main actress always seemed incredibly into it. Especially when she was shooting with the company owner. It had been a bit of a shock to Dorian to discover they were mother and son.

“Japanese huh?” he muttered, seeing the selection of subtitles required. It made sense in a way; Oedipal Zones were pretty big there. He’d discovered the idea almost by accident while looking for porn. Since turning 18, he’d jerked off maybe a handful of times. There was always someone close by to take care of his boner. Never more than a phone call or a short walk through the neighborhood away.

But he rediscovered the ancient art during the lockdown. No sex had been hell in any event but no orgasms would have been worse. It had been an awkward moment when a package had arrived from an adult toy company and he’d opened it by mistake, believing it to be his masturbator. Instead, it had been a remarkably life sized and real looking dildo complete with semen reservoir. His mother had snatched the box from his hands, completely red in the face. She’d started to say something but instead had simply marched off.

As if their life was a comedy, a day later the exact same scenario had played out but this time the other way around, with his mother finding his toys. While he’d blushed at first and had intended to march off as well, they couldn’t help but laugh at the absurdity.

“It seems both of us had the same idea,” she’d said, laughing. “Let’s uhm… make very sure of the name on the package from now on, okay? And uhm… knock before entering rooms?”

Dorian had to laugh as well. “Hey, that last bit goes more for you than me… but yeah, let’s. I’m uhm… going to put this away.”

“Oh wait… uhm…” His mother opened a seemingly random drawer and handed him a bottle of lube. “Better to have it…”

Dorian had stammered his thanks, both of them not looking each other in the eyes. The first time he’d used the masturbator he couldn’t help but picture his mother using her toy on herself.

Then, after feeling awkward about that, he’d turned to porn. MILF porn to be precise. And reddit had very helpfully, pointed him in the direction of Stone productions and their lead actress, Jennifer Stone. He found the scene to be pretty hot on it’s own, but when the lead actor, a man much younger than her, called her ‘Mom’ while he came, that’s when Dorian had come as well. Discovering later that they weren’t just playing roles but were actually mother and son… Dorian became a rather large fan of Stone productions as well as other OZ related porn.

“Damn…” he muttered, looking at the title. “This isn’t even out yet!”

“‘Locked up with Mom’, huh?” Dorian laughed. “Well, makes sense to go with market trends.”

He logged into his Viewflix account and went to his queue, booting up the film and making sure to turn down the volume and close the blinds. He doubted he’d get any actual writing done during his first viewing.

Later that afternoon, Dorian hit send on his computer, sending Viewflix the subtitles. After doing the job for more than a couple of months he’d stopped being surprised at how long it took to write subtitles. Taking most of the day to do a single movie was about average. Today’s movie being porn meant it took a bit less time, but OZ productions usually had a pretty decent plot to go along with the sex parts.

Like most days, Dorian took care of the household chores; cooking, cleaning, laundry and so on. When his mother came home every day she tended to be exhausted. His mother jokingly referred to him as her househusband, a term that as time went on, caused rather different emotions in Dorian. At first he’d laughed along with her. But more and more he’d started seeing his mother as a woman. A very attractive woman.

An attractive woman he’d started to see as much more than ‘just’ his mother.