Visiting the festival

After awkwardly declining any further services from Sandra (“Of course honey, if you want anything else feel free to ask for me”), she left with a wink, waving away the tip he was reaching for. (“Only one tip I’m interested in”)

“Sorry about downstairs, dad…”

“Don’t worry about it.” Larry said, his good cheer returning after seeing the room. “That’s just how things are here. When in Rome, eh?” He winked. “I might not be a fan of ****,” he turned serious, “but as long as you don’t overdo it, it should be fine. Hell, maybe it’ll help, huh?”

“Right…”

“Now I’m pretty tired from the drive over here after working all day so I’m gonna hit the hay early. Why don’t you and your mom take a little walk or something?” He turned around to look at Mandy, giving her a wink. She rolled her eyes again. “I think that’s my room there.” He opened a door to find a one-person bedroom there.

“I mean… you and mom can take the…”

“Nonsense.” Larry cut him off. “Big bed is for the Alpha… and apparently for his mommy,” Larry laughed, though there was a slight hint of discomfort in it. “You two stay there. Mother-son bonding and all that.”

After Mandy changed clothes from the drive, putting on a summer dress that almost seemed sheer and barely reached her knees—causing Benjamin’s eyes to pop out of his skill—Larry basically pushed them out the door. “Go, have fun! Let me get some rest here. Maybe I’ll go sample the local fauna as well if I’m up before you get back.” Larry winked.

“Dad!”

To say Benjamin felt awkward as they walked through the festival was an understatement. Everywhere he looked there was something sexual going on. Not actual fucking, but compared to these women, his mother was actually dressed conservatively. All around him were what her assumed were mother-son couples or Alphas with small harems surrounding them. One woman seemed to scold her son for something, he sincerely apologized but then followed up by grabbing her ass and giving her a very thorough kiss.

His own mother blushed a bit as well. If he’d paid more attention to her rather than trying to find a safe place to look, he’d have seen her give him more than a few glances. “Come on, darling. Walk a bit straighter,” she said, pulling him closer. “And put your arm around me. I don’t want to get snatched up by some random Alpha. I’m yours while we’re here, remember?”

“R...right.” Benjamin put his arm around his mother, not sure where to rest his hand. Too high and he’d be groping her impressive tits. Too low and.... his mother, sensing his hesitance grabbed his hand and put it right on her ass where he squeezed almost instinctively.

“Mhmmm, that’s better. Now we don’t stand out as much.” Benjamin’s mind went blank. He couldn’t stop his hand from squeezing even if he wanted to and kept his grip firmly on her ass. His mother’s only response was a soft moan and a giggle. Benjamin allowed himself to be dragged from one stall to the next, marveling at the softness he was grouping. He shook out of it when his mother suddenly stopped and squealed.

“Oooh!” she pointed at a stall that advertised romantic photos. “I want to take a picture of our first day together in an OZ!” She darted forward, pulling her son by the arm.

“Howdy, folks!” the photographer greeted them, extending his hand. Benjamin looked at the stall. A variety of backdrops and costumes were available. Most outfits were on the revealing side and when Benjamin saw the logo he understood why. ‘Stone productions’.

“Uhm mom this is uhm…”

“I’m Frank, from Stone Productions,” the man proclaimed happily. “We're one of the bigger media businesses here in Queen’s River and we donate quite a bit to the Festival each year." He motioned to his camera. "That includes taking pictures of all the happy couples walkin’ around. We do give a little modelling pitch to the prettier ones of course,” he gave a rather suggestive wink, “but there’s no obligation whatsoever.”

He gestured for Benjamin and Mandy to come further into the booth. “My my, you two make a gorgeous couple. Cindy’s gonna give you both a little bit of make-up but it’s gonna be hard to improve perfection.” He grinned like a used car salesman who was reeling in the hook.

“Fresh Alpha with his mother-wife, that’s the theme that works best here, I think.”

“Uhm, I’m not.”

“Cindy!”, he called. A girl of about Benjamin's age walked over to them, wearing what passed for a cowgirl outfit in a cheap porn flick. “This here is my daughter, Cindy,” he introduced her, smacking her behind. “Why don’t you give these fine folks here a little something for their picture. Romantic honeymoon-style, I reckon.”

“Yes, daddy,” she purred. Benjamin had a hard time not looking at the cleavage the young woman was displaying. It took his mother pinching him in the side to tear his eyes away where they were promptly glued to his mother’s tits. Both women giggled.

“Boys…” his mother sighed, a smile on her face.

Frank laughed as well, pulling Benjamin to the side while Cindy started on Mandy. “New to the whole Alpha thing huh? Not to worry, leave it to old Frank. I've been an Alpha for over 25 years here in Queen’s River. Now you here on a date with your mommy, best to keep the attention on her, especially if it’s new. You still seem pretty nervous, so I'm guessing you haven't consummated yet. Am I right?”

“N..no sir. I mean yes. That's right.”

“That’s what I thought. You here alone with her or did daddy come along too?”

“He’s uhm… back at the hotel…”

“I figured. Meaning no offense, but it gets pretty easy to spot tourists once you've lived here a while. How long you in town for?”

“A week”

“Oh that’s plenty of time to prove to mommy that the lifestyle is for her.” He grinned. “Did you pull the ol’ 'We won a trip' trick?”

“No, well yes, sort of? We did win a trip, I got called and… what’s so funny?”

Frank was laughing, and wiped away a tear. “No kid, you really didn’t. Nobody wins these trips. There ain’t no raffles. Sure some folks get invited or hired and so forth, but when people win, that means someone contacted my cousin up in OZ Holidays and asked him for the prize package. Very few people pass up a ‘free’ holiday. Even when they might not be inclined to ah—how do you say?—embrace the lifestyle? So ‘winning’ is sometimes the best way to get your family here. Usually that means eldest sons saving up so they can show mommy what a big boy they are…”

Frank smiled. “But if you 'won'… that means either daddy or mommy dearest, or both, really wants you to spend some quality time in between your mama’s legs.” He gave Benjamin an encouraging push towards his mother. “Somethin’ to think about, I’m sure.”

Benjamin had a hard time processing everything. Especially because Cindy had somehow elevated his mother to beyond her usual attractiveness. It was all he could do to stammer out “W..wow…”

Frank whistled. “You’re a lucky son of a gun, I don’t mind sayin’. Now go on, let’s get some quality shots of you and your mom, huh?”

What Benjamin thought would be a quick cute picture almost turned into an entire photo shoot, not that he complained too much when he saw how much his mother was enjoying it, or with the different poses Frank seemed to delight in posing her. The last picture especially, was with him sitting down and his mother in his lap, his cock hardening and pressing against her ass. Her only response to that seemed to be to wriggle until it seemed nestled in between her ass cheeks, after which she gave him a wink.

"All right, now let's have ourselves a nice kiss!" Frank said, lifting the camera. Benjamin pressed his lips against his mother's cheek. “No no no, on the lips. Obviously.

Benjamin blushed and turned away. His mother grabbed his chin and looked him in the eye. “Close your eyes, sweetheart.” Benjamin gulped as he closed his eyes, feeling his mother come closer. His erection throbbed against her as he felt her lips on his, kissing him. Instinctively he pulled her closer, her breasts pressing against him as he became more active, kissing her back. She parted her lips slightly, her tongue darting out, pushing and finding his, the kiss becoming more and more passionate as they made out in the' chair.

Click!

"Now that's what I'm talkin' about," Frank commented, mostly to himself at this point, as he admired his perfect shot.