Queen's River Stories: The Wedding Chapel

“Hello, sweethearts. This is for all of you with a romantic streak. All of you Alphas that are married to their moms. All of you moms dreaming of your son popping the question. And all of you dear Locals who just gush at these wonderful unions. My name is Jocasta Monarch and tonight I’m going to tell you one of the oldest stories of Queen’s River: the story of Timothy and Lora Green.”

“So sit back, grab your mom and pull her into your lap or look on as your Alpha does so and enjoy.”

“Mom, I’m home!” Timothy shouted as he dumped his schoolbag on the couch and walked toward his mother at the stove, embracing her from behind and kissing her neck. She let out a soft moan of happiness, before pushing him away.

"Not...oohh… not at the window sweetheart… the neighbours…"

“Fuck the neighbours,” Timothy said with conviction, but listened to his mother as he stepped back. “I want to be with you and you know you want it too. It’s ridiculous that old Porkins, that fat fuck next door, can come by for a quickie whenever he wants but we need to be on our tippy toes just in case someone rats us out.”

“You know it’s Portman, not Porkins,” She smirked, “and don’t sulk." She hugged him, her features softening. “We knew what we were getting into.”

“I just wish we could move already; to a place where no one knows we’re mother and son.”

“We’re saving a lot, living in this hellhole,” his mother said, holding him close. “Especially since you’re working too.” She looked at him. “Even though I told you to focus on your classes…”

“I don’t mind being exhausted for another year, given what I’m looking forward to. A lifetime with the woman I love.”

Lora smiled, blushing. “You always say the right things…” she kissed him, pulling him close. “Now shoo, go play some video games or something like a normal kid while I fix dinner.”

“I’m 22, Mom. I’m not a kid…” Timothy laughed as plopped down on the couch. “Just gonna close my eyes for a moment…”

He was asleep in seconds. Lora sighed, shaking her head. She felt terrible letting him work himself to the bone. After her husband had ditched them and left them with a ridiculous amount of debt, they were **** to move to their current one-bedroom apartment. She’d taken an extra job, just for the monthly debt payments. Timothy had had to drop out of university and was attending community college. He still dreamed of opening a bed and breakfast, but it felt further and further away.

After his father split, Timothy had stepped up in a big way. Taking care of all household chores except cooking. His new classes had been practically oriented. Electric, plumbing. Anything to save an extra dollar here and there. And he’d stepped up in another way too.

She still wasn’t sure who had started their affair, as there hadn't really been any intentional seduction involved. She'd certainly found his responsible attitude as Man of the House attractive, but he'd also told her he'd been lusting after her for a long time. Either way, one thing led to another and their mutual exhaustion and loneliness pushed them into each other's arms. One moment they were commiserating over their situation, and the next they were kissing and feverishly tearing at each other’s clothes.

That had been two years ago. They were getting close to paying off the debt and had been looking for a different place to live. Timothy was almost finished and hoped they could open a small bed and breakfast by themselves. He’d had the business plan all worked out for years. As soon as he had enough he was ready to apply for the loan.

"What do you mean I’ve _already _got one?" Timothy demanded.

“Exactly what I said, sir. Two weeks ago this institution approved of a loan in your name for two hundred thousand dollars, co-signed by your mother. She had recently paid off another loan so her credit score was enough to push it over the edge as it were.” The banker peered over his glasses at Timothy. “This is a surprise to you both.” he stated.

“I’ll say. That son of a bitch....” Timothy struck the table with his fist. “My father… this is his doing. Don’t you have security checks and stuff like that? How can he just waltz in here and take out a loan in my name?”

“Sir, compose yourself. As to your question, the application seems to have been done online. I’m sorry this has happened to you sir, but until the situation has been resolved, I cannot grant you a loan. You have options, of course. We can investigate the fraud accusation internally, and you can go to the police, or even sue him. Until then, I'm afraid—”

“What? What are you afraid of?”

“Until this is resolved, I’m afraid that you’re also obliged to make uhm… payments on this loan.”

Timothy needed to be escorted outside by security.

“That rat bastard!” Lora screamed.

“Mom...calm down,” Timothy said, having taken a deep breath. “We’ve got some savings. We’ll… we’ll get a lawyer all right?”

“I’m going to kill him. I’m going to kill that son of a bitch.”

Timothy held her, kissing her forehead. “It’s going to be all right, Mom. Let’s just… go home okay?”

Neither of them spoke that evening, until Timothy announced that he was going for a walk. “To clear my head,” he'd said. Lora nodded, anger still radiating from her face.

Timothy was lost in his own thoughts, so lost he bumped into someone.

“Oh, I’m sorry I was just… Eddie?”

Edward Monarch grinned. “Timothy! Just the man I was on my way to see!”

“How’ve you been Eddie? It’s been what, a year?” Timothy questioned his old friend from college as they sat down in a coffee shop. Edward had insisted on paying.

“Just about, yeah. And how I’ve been? Busy. Very, _incredibly _busy. But I want to wait a bit before I get into it, I want to talk about you first. That look on your face… tell me what's up, man. That’s what friends are for.”

Timothy looked hesitant for a moment before giving in. Edward had that effect on people, he could get them to trust him implicitly; to open up to him even when they had no intention of doing so. Edward made people feel… safe. So Timothy opened the floodgates. Telling him how the year had been. How he’d almost finished his certifications for plumbing and electrical, and how much he'd been saving. How his father had screwed him out of his dream for the second time.

“And your mom? You two were… close last time we spoke”

Timothy gave a wry grin. “We still are. Same as you and your mom.” And that was the factor that had initially made them friends. Both of them had needed to talk to someone about their love for their moms and about the consummation of that love. And in each other they’d found someone who understood.

“She’s holding up. Pissed about this latest stunt. I tried to comfort her you know, tell her we’ll get a lawyer and everything. But this is going to drag on and on; it’s going to wipe out our savings… I just feel crushed, you know? That he’d do this to us again.”

Edward nodded. “Let me tell you what I’ve been up to, and why I came to see you in the first place. I think maybe I can help.”

Timothy shook his head, smiling. “It’s good of you to offer man, but I can’t just leech off you.”

“No leeching involved, promise. Hell, what I have in mind will have you working hard for decades. Just… for your own benefit instead of that bastard’s.”

Timothy wasn't the kind of person who believed in luck, or the lottery, or an angel sweeping in to make all his problems go away, but it was hard not to trust Eddie, and his friend's excitement was always infectious. “All right, give me your pitch” Timothy leaned back and crossed his arms.

“So, have you ever heard of an OZ?"

“Nope. Doesn't ring a bell."

“It’s short for Oedipal Zone” Edward grinned. “A place exactly for people like us. You hear about that chemical spill in Greenville a few years ago?”

“Vaguely. Didn't Pearson’s stepped in and fix everything or something like that?”

Edward laughed. “Well everything is fixed in the sense that everyone is pretty happy there I guess. I don't know the details of whether the chemicals got into the water or the air, but what happened was men over a certain age became more docile, more willing to follow instead of lead. While the young men had the exact opposite reaction, they became more dominant, and sexually aggressive. Women became more submissive towards these new "Alpha" males, imprinting on those in close proximity. In practice, households kind of naturally re-organized themselves, with sons in charge and basically"owning" the rest of the family.”

“Starting a relationship with their mother…” Timothy said slowly.

"I thought that would grab your attention. In a lot of cases, yeah. With their mothers, or sisters, or whatnot. No need for secrecy." Edward paused to sip his coffee, and let that sink in, before continuing.

"So Greenville became the first OZ because it sort of had to, but it worked out pretty well, and a few other towns here and there are taking the example, and trying it out...no chemicals involved. There's some differences, of course, but all of them have codified into law that once the oldest son turns 18, he becomes head of the the family."

"What about younger sons?"

"That varies a bit. In Greenville, the chemicals still affected younger sons. They have a pecking order: eldest sons first, followed by any younger ones in order of age, then the father, then the women. Some of the other OZs used that model, but not all of them. Another common way to do it is for the eldest son to become an "Alpha" when they turn 18, taking ownership of the family, with everyone else being an owned "Beta". I won't overload you with the details, but the Alpha first sons also control free use rights for the rest of the family."

“So… if say a gross neighbour wanted to fuck your mom…”

“You could tell him to fuck off, yes.” Edward grinned. “Anyway, I'm getting ahead of myself. Last year, my dad caught us.”

“Holy.... what happened?”

“He walked in on me just as I was painting my mom’s face. I know I've told you she loves a good facial.” Timothy nodded impatiently. “Anyway, so he walks in and I expect him to start screaming right? But no. He just looked at us, nodded a few times, and told me to put my pants on and meet him downstairs. And I’m walking down there, anxious as fuck. I mean this is my dad. I love the man; this wasn’t something to spite him you know? And I sit down, he pours me a scotch and tells me he appreciates me stepping up.” Edward grinned.

"What...really?" Edward's dad has always sounded like a great guy, especially compared to the dumpster fire that was Timothy's father, but this was hard to believe.

“Really. He says he’s happy someone’s making Mom happy and that it’s with someone she cares about; someone who won’t tear our family apart. I guess he'd been aware of it for a while, and deciding what to do, so he tells me he'll move into my room, and Mom and I can keep the master bedroom. Hell, he even said he'd increase my allowance so we could go on dates without me worrying about money or letting my schoolwork slide.”

Timothy shook his head. “That… is very hard to believe.”

"Oh yeah, I didn’t believe it at first either. I thought for sure he was lulling me into a false sense of security and wait for the right time to take a golf club to my face. But he was honestly happy about it. Mom stopped begging him for sex he was unable to provide, at least at the frequency and.. _intensity _she obviously needed, and he could focus on his job and his golf and stuff. He’s even had me fuck his secretary every now and then so she’ll stop being so needy for his dick too. As far as he’s concerned, it’s a perfect set-up."

Edward ordered another coffee for the both of them before continuing. “So that got me thinking. There’s gotta be more of these people right? Young men like us with hormones all over the place, sexually frustrated who aren't being used enough, housewives, dads whose libidos have decreased… I know you keep things quiet, the same way Mom and I used to, but free use has brought so many unconventional relationships into the open. I figured it was worth doing some research, and that's when I found out about Oedipal Zones."

"We floated the idea of moving to an OZ to my dad; to formalize the arrangement and so mom and I could be together in public, and he was all for it...as long as they had decent golfing nearby. At the beginning of last year, me and Mom took kind of an extended sex-and-research vacation, touring a bunch of the OZs. It was a blast, but none of them felt quite right for us so..."

“So? Don’t keep me in suspense here, man.”

“So we've started our own.”