Sleep was confusing. Like a more pleasant fever dream. Dreaming about his mother and everything they had done the evening before. Seeing her naked. Making love. His mind couldn't make sense of it, and his sleep suffered for it.
He had spent an hour or two too long, twisting and turning in dreamland, but now he had had enough. He feared how it would feel to look his father in the face. Even more, he was certain his mother would continue to entice him to the point he couldn't hold back.
He thought about having a look at the Mother/Son incest server on his mother's account, but if he did he knew he would need to masturbate. At least if his mother had been telling everyone about what had happened.
Coming out of his room he saw that the door to his parents' room was open. That meant they were up too. He had fallen asleep lying next to his mother in there last night. That was the best sleep of his life, even if it was less than an hour before needing to get back in his own bed before his father returned.
He stumbled down the stairs and walked into the kitchen.
"Good morning, Sir Will," his mother said.
He froze, not comfortable with his mother calling him sir with his father in the room, but his father didn't even seem to notice. He looked to be in terrible form as he was leaning over the paper. Will hoped with all his heart it was because he had too much alcohol last night, and not because he had figured out that his wife had sex with someone else while he was out drinking.
"Good morning," Will answered, taking his place at the table.
His mother looked amazing as she was making breakfast. The most beautiful woman in the world. She seemed to be so happy. Like she was floating on clouds, humming a heavenly melody. It made him feel even more guilty, causing his mother to be more cheerful than he had seen her in a long time.
"Look at us, having breakfast together," his mother said.
He thought about getting up to get a bowl, but with his mother up there he feared that their bodies would innocently brush together, making him remember just how good it felt when their bodies touched. This would be a very difficult day. Especially since he couldn't take his eyes off her.
"What the hell is wrong with people? Can you believe this?" his father said.
"What's wrong now, Alan?" his mother asked.
"It says here that less than 20% of people believe in sasquatch. How can they say that when there is evidence of them everywhere?" Alan said.
Will felt this would lead to another rant, but he wanted to appear normal in front of his father to not make him suspicious.
"Perhaps it is because no one has seen one?" Will said.
"Then how do you explain angels? More than half of Americans say they believe in angels, and no one ever saw one of those," his father argued.
It didn't feel like a fear comparison. Angels were connected to religion, and it might be that people believed in angels because of their faith, but bigfoot, sasquatch, or any such being didn't come with anything like that. Heck, it sounded like 20% of Americans thinking they exist might be a very high number.
"Do you believe in angels?" Will asked.
"That's not important," his father answered. "Maybe we could hold a sasquatch awareness dinner at the club."
Will knew the mood his father was in. He would stubbornly dig his head down and run into the wall if it were necessary to get his point across.
"One breakfast for the master of the house," Melissa said.
Will moved his chair back to be ready to get up and get his own breakfast, but to his surprise his mother put the plate of food down in front of him, smiling her wonderful smile.
His father sat there, mouth agape, as he was trying to take what had just happened. His plate of food just given to his son, and his wife just having called him the master of the house. Will licked his lips nervously as he got ready to defend himself. Should he scream that he didn't have sex with her and run away?
"I'm the master of the house," Alan said.
"Not anymore," Melissa said, sitting down with her own plate of breakfast food.
"It's my house," Alan argued.
"Our son got a job now and I'm certain you used to say that you decide because you are the one bringing in the money," Melissa said.
"I'm retired," Alan said, seemingly getting more confused by the second.
"Will used to be a student, and you didn't let that slide as an excuse. Now when he got a job, that means he is the new master," Melissa said, winking at Will.
His mother made a lot of sense, but he still didn't like it. She shouldn't call him such things in front of her husband. It just felt like dumb luck that his father hadn't understood the subtext yet. He still hadn't decided if it would be okay for him to move his chair back in again and eat the food.
"He isn't ready for that kind of responsibility," Alan said.
"And I'm saying he is. He proved that last night," his mother said.
Will felt his face grow red.
"I guess he deserves a little compensation after I left him here with you yesterday. Can't be easy for someone his age to be alone with people as old as us," Alan argued.
Will tried to not get mad, but it wasn't easy. Being alone with his mother yesterday had been the best day of his life. Even if he kind of regretted it now, it was still highly unfair of his father to talk like that about her. Especially when it was a wide age margin between his parents.
"You can have your breakfast as long as you remember that this is still my house," Alan said.
Will looked at his mother. Did she want him to take the place as master of the house? Because if his father would be pulling stunts like this, he very well might. What kind of relationship did they even have? He had never thought about it. If his mother was unhappy, it almost felt like his duty to help her become happy again. Relationships were difficult, and this felt like the most complicated of all. In one day it had changed so much.
"Now, what am I supposed to eat?" Alan asked.
"There is cereal," Melissa answered.
