"Good, because I take it, this will be your first time? You're still a virgin aren't you?" she then asked, trying her best to be as tactful as possible, but not quite managing it as Phillip automatically began to squirm, no child wanting to hear their parent asking them about their sex life (as uneventful as his currently was).
"Aww, mom, c'mon..." he quickly replied, hoping to steer the conversation away from the direction it was heading.
His mother, however, continued on unabated, pretty confident now of what the answer to her question was. "I'm sorry, sweetheart, I don't mean to embarrass you, it's just I know you haven't really had any serious girlfriends, and, well, if this is going to be your first time, I want it to be special for you. I want your first time to be a special one."
Phillip didn't respond this time, he just sat there continuing to blush, not entirely sure what to say, the topic already being exceptionally difficult for him to openly discuss as it was.
"So, with that in mind, I thought perhaps after you get showered and have your breakfast, we could go see Doctor Jessop at the surgery, then perhaps later tonight I can send your dad out bowling with his friend's or something, so that you and me can have the house to ourselves. What do you think?"
"Sure, I uh, I guess that'd be cool," Phillip shrugged, trying his best to remain casual.
"Excellent, and seeing as you're so fond of all these beautiful young girls in lingerie..." his mum then continued, gazing around at the various posters of scantily clad models Phillip had strategically placed about the room, her voice dropping a little as she said, a little less confidently herself, "perhaps I could even dress up as well...if, if you'd like that is. I mean, I know I'm not one of these models or anything, but it might make it a little more, you know, sexy for you."
This idea left Phillip somewhat shocked it had to be said, the idea of his mother going so far as to dress up in sexy underwear for him leaving him somewhat speechless (though admittedly at the same time, slightly curious). While Karen wasn't a model by any stretch of the imagination, she was kind of pretty in a motherly sort of way, with big, sparkling blue eyes, shoulder length blonde hair, and a fairly well proportioned, curvy figure (at least it had been well proportioned before she'd gotten pregnant). In many ways he guessed, she was the sort of average, fairly attractive, middle aged mother type that usually appear in sitcoms or movies on TV, except of course for the fact that she now had a bump the size of a basketball attached to her belly, and her once (admittedly) fairly large boobs were now twice the size, something that even as her son, Phillip couldn't help but notice and be intrigued by, especially now that he was faced with the actual real life prospect of not only seeing her naked, but having sex with her too.
"Well, would you like me to dress up for you?" his mum pressed, seeing the stunned, rabbit in the headlights look painted across her son's face, aware that she was going to have to work to get any sort of answer from him.
"Um, oh-okay," Phillip quickly mumbled, turning an even deeper shade of red, before an awkward silence filled the room as Karen smiled softly at her blushing son, happy that he had been accepting of her idea, before finally reaching out and grabbing him tightly, pulling him up against her pregnant body and giving him a big kiss on the forehead. Phillip sat there somewhat rigidly as his mother embraced him, feeling his head squashed against her large bosom, and rather embarrassingly a stirring happening within his pants, something that he really didn't want her to notice, and felt quite uncomfortable about currently having.
"Right then, I guess I'll go downstairs and get your breakfast started," his mother then said after a couple of minutes, returning to everyday, normal conversation and releasing him from her grasp. "Why don't you nip in the shower and get rid of all that horrible sweat, while I do that?" she told him, pulling herself up off the bed and looking back at Phillip with smile as she headed towards the door, leaving her son still sitting in the same position as he had been, trying to disguise the tent forming within his shorts.
"Yeah, sure, will do, mum," Phillip quickly mumbled, causing his mother to chuckle inwardly to herself as she left, well aware of what he was trying to hide.
Alone again in his bedroom, Phillip looked down at his semi erect member, feeling aroused as well as strangely confused; he'd gotten a hard on thinking about his mom, how sick was that? Only it wasn't, was it? He was soon about to become a surrogate mother to her child, not to mention lose his virginity to her, just as many other sons had done before. It was a natural thing she'd told him, a magical bonding experience; so why then did it feel so weird? Why did the prospect of having sex with his own mum seem so wrong?
It was a question that he couldn't hope to answer, not now anyway, not with his brain currently in a state of sensory overload. All that was important was that he was helping his mother out by taking care of his new little sister, and as unprepared as he was for it, he knew he was doing the right thing. He just had to get used to the idea, that was all.
"Maybe it'll all make sense once I speak to Doctor Jessop," he told himself, resigning to his fate and throwing off his sweat stained t-shirt, gazing down for a moment at his lean, firmly toned stomach, fully aware that after tonight he probably wouldn't be seeing it again for a very long time.
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