He’s not your father’s son.

He is actually the son of the bellboy at the hotel your parents spent their honeymoon in. The black bellboy.

The tiny dicked, permanently horny, physically weak illegitimate son of a black man in a Deep South state. And then you add the final touch. You ensure your mother's secret stash of naughty pictures accidentally make their way from an old shoe box to your brothers' room.

Then you decide you've done enough. The voice agrees, and reality alters to your bedroom, far away from the motel, in Alexandria's house.