He flirts with mom

His parents had gotten divorced a year after he'd graduated from high school. Judging from the French record, that would be soon. Which meant their relationship was already down the tubes. So, why shouldn't he help her feel better and maybe get a little action himself?

"Thanks for doing the laundry, mom." He struggled out of his tangled sheets. While he wore briefs (more evidence he'd somehow gone back to an earlier time), his boner poked out the top.

She looked at him as if shocked he would actually be grateful for her work. Had he really been such a jerk? Her gaze dropped a bit and she abruptly looked away. "You'd better get dressed, Rot. You're not decent."

He looked down as if aware of his protruding dick for the first time. "Oh, sorry about that." Then he closed the distance between them and hugged his mother. "You know, I've been so self-absorbed that I've never thanked you for everything you do."

He bent and planted a kiss on her shoulder, then stepped back. Better to plant ideas than to push himself before she was ready.

"Wow. You look like Rot but you sure don't sound like him. What happened? Did you grow up overnight."

He adjusted his boner, taking his time so she could get a good look while making it seem as if he was stuffing it into his briefs. "You know, mom. Maybe that's exactly what happened."

Time to decide whether to continue flirting or to get on with his day.