Linda was enjoying her breakfast. It was, in fact, her favourite time of the day. The kids were usually asleep, and if Roger was awake, he would be in the shower, so that would leave her some quiet time to eat and relax, a chance to sort out her thoughts before the chaos of the day began. She didn't even get dressed, opting instead to throw a warm, soft, and cozy robe over her bra and panties, tightly tying it to keep from giving anyone a show. She'd always enjoyed the robe, a Christmas gift from year's earlier, even though it was a bit dowdy.
Jon had joined her briefly that morning. She'd been concerned at the look of his face, how pale he had been, but the doctor had warned them that he might feel ill that morning. Jon was a controller now, a very powerful one, and the day he began to manifest was supposed to be tough on his system.
What worried her more than the morning sickness was how discombobulated he had acted when he'd joined her. When she had spoken to him he acted as if he didn't know anything about being a controller, as if he hadn't sat through the hours of testing, the various blood-work, even the educational seminars that were now mandatory at schools. Maybe he was just tired. Linda decided that she'd have to keep an eye on him.
After she'd sent him back upstairs to read through the pamphlet that she was sure he'd read the day before, Linda returned to her breakfast. Eggs, bacon, toast, sure they seemed like a boring, standard breakfast, but she loved it. A little steak seasoning gave the eggs an extra bit of tang, the bacon nice and crisp, and her toast well buttered with just a touch of honey. Add to it the hot tea she was savoring, and her breakfast was perfect.
Just as she was finishing her second piece of toast, something occurred to Linda. Why had she donned this ugly, terrible, and stupid robe that morning? Hadn't she always hated the way it was so hot, sticky, and unflattering? The last thing she'd want to do was cover up her cozy and comfortable bra and panties with this disgusting robe! Standing up from her breakfast, she quickly removed her bathrobe and threw it across the kitchen, hoping to never accidentally don it again. Linda then sat back down in her chair, glad that she was now in nothing but her bra and panties, and continued eating breakfast.
"Woah," came Jon's voice from behind her. Linda turned to face him. The colour had returned to his cheeks, which made her glad. Sure, she was more than elated that he had become a controller, a Level 1 at that, but Linda hated to see her little boy suffer.
"Morning sweetie," she said, "Breakfast is ready, help yourself!" Linda smiled at her son, hoping now that he was feeling better that he'd take her up on her offer of breakfast. Sure, she enjoyed her time alone in the mornings, quietly enjoying her food, and time alone, all snuggled up in her comfy bra and panties, but she loved her son, so she cherished any time that she could spend with him. When Jon grabbed a plate and joined her at the table, alternating between staring at his food and gaping at her bra, she couldn't help but broaden her grin. How sweet that he wouldn't mind that she wanted to be comfortable in the mornings, and that he'd put up with his mom's laziness. Jon was, after all, a very good boy.
