Queen's River Stories: Mom's Co-star

You’d think free use laws would have devastated the porn industry, but it was just the opposite. It seemed that the only thing people like more then fucking was to watch others fuck. So when my father lost his job last year not long after my 18th birthday, the decision for Mom to move into porn was an easy one.

It didn’t take long for Mom to start earning serious money. Or at least, enough that Dad could stop looking for a job and start supporting her with editing.With her figure—those massive tits— and her enthusiasm it seemed everyone in town was watching her, including my classmates. And secretly... including me. I didn’t mind the teasing of my classmates. Being able to go over to their home and fuck their mothers takes the sting out of any comment regarding your own mom. But one of the videos that went around in the group chat really got to me.

Before seeing that video, I’d never thought of my mother that way. Sure I knew that, like all other women, mom got fucked a lot. As I said before, she’s a very hot MILF. At first the shoots were in our parent’s bedroom, just my mom and dad fucking on camera. Like most homes, their bedroom was very well soundproofed so I never really noticed it. After their initial success and other actors were brought in, me and Dad built a little studio in our backyard and it was out of sight for me entirely. Now that was a weird construction project to work on, helping my father build a studio where my mom could go to fuck strangers on camera. I liked working alongside my dad though, especially when I knew it would benefit our family.

I even chatted with the actors sometimes. Most of them pretty nice men and women. Never did anything else with them; the idea of screwing someone who’d just been with your mother was… icky. But when my friend Ricky forwarded me one of my mom’s video’s.... My entire attitude to the shoots changed. The video was a simple one, I think, andbased on the actor, I even knew when it was shot. Just my mom and a younger man, around my age. He was sitting on a couch with her sensually sucking his cock, ending in a facial. Seeing her smile, her happiness at performing this act coupled with the look of obvious ecstasy on his face made me cum more than I’d ever done before.

From that point on, I was hooked. I used my dad’s log-in to her website (seriously, using my mom's name and her birthdate? He deserved to be hacked) and downloaded every single video she’d made. After having plowed through that I snuck into their studio and office to find cut footage. I devoured anything with mom in it: the gangbangs, the lesbian stuff, bukkakes. When I found her ‘taboo’ video, concerning a mother and son couple in an OZ, I almost passed out from dehydration. I knew OZs existed of course. I mean, who hasn’t heard of Salt Bay? But mostly in the sense of a power fantasy, all the rights you’d have as an Alpha. Me and my friends considered spring break there, but we never really thought about the **** aspect of it all.

Dad seemed oblivious to my new crush, but he was pretty busy with editing her work. Mom on the other hand seemed to give me knowing glances and grins every once in a while when she caught me checking her out. I soon grew a bit bolder, trying to catch glimpses of her in the shower. I even snuck to the studio while a shoot was going on. The curtains were drawn at first, but almost as if she knew I was there, she opened them, her beautiful mature body on full display. I watched as long as I dared. She was filming a gangbang scene that day.

What always struck me about Mom was the fun she seemed to be having. In person, it seemed even more noticable. Her smiles, and laughter. The way she goaded the men into using her body. The eagerness with which she lapped up their semen. There was a joy to it that I’d never seen in porn before.

I took a gap year and got a job locally. I told my parents I didn’t want to go to college right away. Even with Mom’s job, we still weren’t really rolling in money and I didn’t want them to think they needed to put themselves in debt to support me. The other reason of course was that I didn’t want to be too far from her. I escalated my peeping to full on panty theft, smelling her scent and jerking off with them. I felt like a man possessed. Mom never said anything, just those teasing little smiles and lingering hugs and kisses while she pressed her body against me.

While she had only ever made one OZ video, the idea of moving there had become an obsession of mine. But never in my wildest dreams would I have expected what had happened a few weeks after turning 19.

“Son,” Dad started, gesturing to a chair in the living room where my mother was already sitting. “We’ve got something we’d like to discuss with you."

My heart stopped. Had they found out about my peeping, the videos I’d been watching, the panties I’d stolen and used? Had I just been imagining my mother’s tacit consent? Sweat broke out as I sat down.

“We know why you’ve really been taking a gap year,” he said, looking me in the eyes and holding my mother’s hand. “It’s the money, isn’t it? I know things have been tight, but I don’t want you to think that you need to postpone your future because of that. I know the scholarships haven’t exactly been rolling in, but I think we can still make it work. Your scores are high enough for a top university and that’s what we want you to have.”

I let out a breath I hadn’t even known I was holding. “Dad, I... That’s not.... I mean..." I couldn't even start my thought.

He waved a hand. “Let me finish. I, well your mother came up with the idea actually but I agree with her. I think we’ve found a solution for you, as well as really helping your mother with her career. A company down in Queen’s River has seen your mother’s videos and is offering a partnership deal. They’ll pay for us to set up down there. A real studio too, not just a converted tool shed! And the money is very, _very _generous. And if we move there, you get a free ride at the university there. One of the best of the country, Jason!”

My mouth felt dry. He couldn’t be suggesting what I think he was suggesting, could he? Queen’s River… that was an OZ. An Oedipal Zone. I admit I zoned out a bit at that, which my dad took as shock. He was right of course, but not for the reason he thought.

“Jason? You alright there buddy? He recognized the town name, Jen. I told you he’d...”

Mom shushed him and placed a hand on my knee, breaking my trance. “Baby?”

“Uh, yeah, no, I’m okay. I’m fine.” I shook my head, my knee felt like it was burning up from her touch.

“From your reaction, we think you know what kind of town it is,” She gave me a reassuring motherly smile, but with a tiny hint of something more, a small upturned curve suggesting she was enjoying this moment. “Now, living in an Oedipal Zone will mean a few small adjustments.”

“Nothing major, really!” my dad rushed out. “You don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with. Of course if you are comfortable with stuff, maybe down the line later that’s fine too, especially with regards to your mother’s career. But you don’t have to, of course!”

“Dear, you’re babbling.” Mom smiled at him before looking at me. “You’ve grown so much sweetheart, and running the family… it's a lot of responsibility. But there are perks.” She winked at me. At that moment I knew, I knew I hadn’t been imagining the glances she’d given me, letting me peep, any of it.

“You’ll be the man of the house,” my dad said, laughing. “Assuming you don’t move out into the dorms there of course, but personally I’d like it if you stayed with us, at least for a bit. Not sure I’m ready for you to leave the nest yet.” He ruffled my hair. “You’ve been the model of responsibility this past year, getting a job, doing stuff around the house. Maybe you think I haven’t noticed but you haven’t let your mom lift a finger without being there to help.” Dad slapped my shoulder, looking approvingly at me. “That tells me I did a good job raising my son to be a mature responsible man. If you become our… what was the name again?”

“Alpha, Dear,” my mother said, looking me straight in the eye as she said the word Alpha, my cock twitching at the way she said the word. “He’d become the Alpha, completely and utterly in control of the entire family.”

“Right, right, Alpha, that’s it. Don’t worry about what your mom said about the control thing. As your father I’ll take care of things if it becomes too much. You can see it as preparation for when you do move out and start a family of your own. If you move out of course.” He laughed at that. “Apparently it’s very normal in these OZs to live with your parents for a long time.” He nodded, almost to himself. “Good family values, I call that. Children taking care of their parents and so on.”

“R...right” I said, my voice cracking as my mother’s hand had started rubbing my knee, her eyes holding mine.

“And if you really want to move out, that’s your call of course. Heh, maybe I should finally give in to your mom’s demand of another kid and go to Pearson’s to get my fertility back. Or maybe that’ll be your job as the Alpha!” Dad laughed.

If my cock wasn’t erect by the idea of becoming Alpha and having my mom, it certainly was by the idea of knocking her up. Dad still seemed oblivious, attributing my silence to awkwardness at the very idea of ****.

“Now, about the Oedipus, uh, elephant in the room,” my father said, my attention snapping to him as my mother drew a nail across my leg before letting go and sitting back. From the look on her face, she seemed to enjoy teasing me.

“The **** thing. I get your reaction son, I really do. But you have to understand that our ways, our free use culture is not universal. Here, you have wait with fucking your teacher’s tits until after class. Your cousin Ernie in Florida on the other hand can just jizz all over his teacher during class as long as he doesn’t interrupt her. Everywhere is different. The important thing is to only do things you’re comfortable with.” He gave me what I was sure he thought was a reassuring look.

“If you don’t want to fuck your mother, we will completely understand. Absolutely no pressure.”

Looking into my mother’s eyes, seeing her licking her lips, I’m not sure Dad was right about there being no pressure.

Dad moved ahead, to get everything sorted with the house and the studio. I had to sign a release form saying that I deputized him temporarily until I moved there myself. It felt really weird; this was my dad. And yet I was the one with the authority, the power. The real rush was Mom hugging me from behind as I signed the form, my first act as Alpha. She made it a point to call me that as much as possible, usually with a little giggle at the end.

Dad seemed to encourage her. “You’re going to have to get used to it, Son.” he said, sitting down with me the night before he left, handing me a beer. “But from what I can tell, the town has an excellent support system for new Alphas. I’m sure you’ll be running things in no time. With some help from me and your mom of course.” He smiled, taking a sip. “I think you’re going to love it there. New environment, going to college. It’ll be good for you. For all of us.”

“Thanks Dad, I think so too. I’ve been reading a lot about the town, it’s history and stuff. It really looks like a good place to live. I’ll try my best to be a good Alpha.”

He stood up after we’d finished our beers. “All right, I need to be up early tomorrow for the drive. It’s just gonna be you and your mom this week. The movers will be here on Wednesday and you hand off the keys to the realtor on Friday. I’m counting on you to arrange everything. It’ll be good practice for your impending Alphahood.” He laughed, before looking Tserious. “I think you should spend this week in the master bedroom. With or without your mom of course. that’s up to you. But just to get used to the idea.”

I nodded, barely able to speak.