Roger was confused when he woke up. Why was he in bed with his mom? He couldn't remember ever waking up there before, but rather always woke alone in the dark in his bedroom, insulated under his black comforter. Sure his memories told him that he'd always go to sleep with his wife in the bed he was now in, sometimes even enjoying a little sexual playfulness, but not when he woke up.
When he woke up she was his mother.
Fuck, he thought. He didn't know why he was swearing in his head, he just was. He was in a fowl mood as always. Later he was sure he'd have a great day at the office. He had a new account to work on and was looking forward to it. Right now, though, all he could think about was getting out of the room unnoticed so that his fucking brother wouldn't think of him like a baby girl sleeping with their mom. Maybe it was the shock of waking up in his mother's arms, but he never thought it strange that in the morning Jon was his brother, but the rest of the day his son.
Soon he'd be in his own room and out of these yucky pajamas. He hated flannel. He wondered what had possessed him to put on such a lame outfit, not to mention that he was pretty sure it was a man's outfit. He was picturing something black, something satin that he had in his drawer. Yes, that nightie would be nice to wear while he got himself together before breakfast. Maybe he'd even spend a little extra time in the shower that morning thinking about that new kid Jacob that Athena had introduced him to the day before. The way Jacob's long black hair framed his face made Roger's knees weak.
Roger locked the door behind him when he got to his room and quickly pealed off his man-jamas. His penis was fully erect from the thoughts of the new kid. Maybe he wouldn't wait for the shower...
