Author: Marku
Title: Robert gets to know his mom
Part: 2 of 4
Summary: Robert has a number of intimate interactions with his mom, and gets to know her better than he ever thought possible.
Keywords: mF msolo preg lac

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======= Part II ==========


During the spring of my 13th year, I noticed mom and dad having
more whispered conversations than they would normally have. (It's
amazing how you notice that a house seems quiet when there is
normally background noise.) I wasn't really sure what the topic
of these conversations was, but I began to realize that mom was
pregnant. I think that they were unsure if they should get an
abortion, put the baby up for adoption, or keep it. It seemed
that this wasn't a planned pregnancy. They eventually decided to
keep the baby, and then felt it was time to share the news with
me. I suppose I was happy, but I wasn't really sure what to
expect.


The summer rolled by and mom's due date was on September 17th.
Grandma, Dad's Mom, lived about 800 miles away, and flew in a few
days early to babysit me, and stay with me while mom and dad were
at the hospital. I didn't love that I had a babysitter, but
Grandma was nice and didn't bother me too much.


On September 16, mom went into labor and she and dad drove to the
hospital. Grandma hadn't been feeling well for a day or so prior,
and got progressively worse after my parents left. She called her
doctor back home, and he said that it sounds like she had
pneumonia, and that she should go to an ER for evaluation. This
caused grandma lots of stress, since she was in town specifically
to watch me, and I didn't really have a lot of friends whose
parents could watch me on a moments notice. Grandma decided to go
to the same hospital where mom was delivering so that Dad could
watch me, or at least figure out a plan for me.


Grandma ended up being admitted with pneumonia and pleural
infiltrates, which for a 76 year old, was potentially concerning.



Fortunately we got to the hospital before mom started going into
serious labor, so dad had some time to try figure out what to do
with me. He asked the staff if I could remain in the waiting
room, but they said that because I was a minor, I had to be
monitored and couldn't be left unattended for an unknown period
of time (ie, until Mom delivered.)


Dad didn't really have an option but to bring me into the
delivery room.


As modest as mom and dad were, I'm sure that the thought of their
13 year old son being in the room during childbirth was somewhat
uncomfortable. I didn't love the idea either.


Dad found some books for me at the hospital lending library, and
set me up in a corner of the room in a chair. I was off to moms
right side, as much behind her head as dad could position me. (He
didn't really want me in the room to start with, and he certainty
didn't want me seeing mom's vagina during delivery!)


Twice the nursing staff came in to check mom and see how far
dilated she was. As soon as dad realized that they were going to
be putting their fingers inside her, he decided it was time for
the two of us to visit the cafeteria.


Mom's labor was progressing slowly, and at one point dad decided
he was going to go to the geriatric ward to see how his mom was
doing. He left me in the room with mom, and probably didn't think
that anything would happen during the 30minutes he was gone.


I was chating with mom for just a minute or two when one of the
L&D nurses (Sally) came in, carrying a small basin and towel.


"Mary, we have a little news."


"Oh?"


"Your OB had to scrub in for an emergency, and so we have his
colleague, Dr Villuaneuva, heading over in case you deliver
before he is out of surgery. "


Mom was not really pleased since I think she liked her regular
OB, but she didn't really have any choice. If he was in surgery
for an emergency, she knew she could not really complain.


The nurse continued "One small issue with Dr Villuaneuva is that
he is sort of old school, and feels that pubic hair often harbors
germs, and is therefore incompatible with childbirth."


I was sitting on my chair in the corner, but could tell mom let
out a little gasp at this. She seemed to know right away what it
meant, although I really had no idea.


Mom protested briefly, and the nurse was more than sympathetic,
but she held firm that the Dr insisted on this.


Either the nurse hadn't noticed me, or didn't really care that I
was in the room, because she told mom that she was going to have
to shave her pubic hair off now. Dad would have flipped his lid
if he knew I was in the room. I think mom was too taken aback to
voice any concern that her son was in the room.


The nurse pulled up her stool between mom's legs and pulled back
the sheet just enough for her to see what she was doing.


"I don't work at a salon, but I'll do the best I can. Do you want
me to shave off all of your hair? I have to do from your clitoris
down to your anus, but I can leave some on top if you want."


Mom was still trying to grasp what was about to happen. "Um, I
guess all of it, if you really have to."


"Great. That's easier for me anyway. Plus, I think it just looks
better.  Again, I'll do my best to make it look OK, but you will
probably have to have your husband even it all out in a few weeks
when things have healed. " I was listening intently to this
because I knew enough to realize that this that was an off-limits
topic, but I honestly had no idea exactly what was happening.


The nurse got to work and kept up a running conversation about
the weather, local events, etc, just to keep mom occupied. I
couldn't tell at all what was happening behind the sheet draped
over moms legs, but I knew a woman was staring at moms pussy and
was shaving off all of her hair. I had never heard of this, but
my head was starting to spin knowing that Sally was handling
mom's labia, slathering on shaving cream, and carefully removing
the big bush of hair.

"If you were Dr Villuaneuva's patient before today, one of his
staff would have let you know about this so that you - or your
husband - could have done this at home in private. Sorry that we
had to spring this on you. It'll grow back before you know it."

Needless to say, it was uncomfortable sitting there not being
able to touch myself. I wanted to try to rub my little prick, but
was scared to death of being spotted.


It only took sally 5 minutes to finish it all up. At one point
mom had to "scoot down a bit so I can get your bumhole". Knowing
sally was putting shaving cream all around mom's anus and shaving
it clean nearly sent me over the edge.

I wasn't at all versed in things sexual, but I knew that having
another woman shave your vagina bald while your son is 6 feet
away is something that isn't often done.


Right as sally finished up and was getting ready to leave, Dr
Villuaneuva came in to the delivery room. He briefly introduced
himself to mom, and related the same story that sally had, but
added that the other patient had an possible uterine rupture, and
had to be brought into surgery within 5 minutes or she would bled
out. While this wasn't a topic that a almost-ready-to-deliver
lady wanted to think about, she was probably secretly relieved
that the hospital had responded quickly and had an OB scrubbed in
ready to act at a moments notice.


Dr Villuaneuva was just pleasant enough not to get into trouble.
He seemed to know the right way to do things - his way! He was
the sort who expected "yes, doctor" or "no, doctor" in response
to any question he asked of the staff.

He said he needed to examine mom, and put on the gloves. Instead
of just scooting himself up between moms feet, he threw back the
sheet a bit that was draped over her legs. There was still enough
sheet on her to hide things, but I could see all of mom's right
thigh and some of her ass now too. Up until this point, i had
only know that her feet were in the stirrups and she was naked
underneath. I hadn't been able to actually see anything.


He stood and inserted two fingers into her. There was still some
sheet in the way but I could see his wrist moving. I felt strange
watching this man put his fingers into my mom's newly shaved
vagina. He moved around again and then took out his fingers to
discuss something with her. I realized that those slimy gloved
fingers had just been inside my mother. He put them back in for a
last check and seemed to twist them around a bit. I still
couldn't see anything, but i was flabbergasted knowing what was
happening.


Just as Dr Villuaneuva was finishing and taking off his gloves,
one of the L&D staff members peeked her head in the room and
asked if it was OK for my dad to come back in. Mom said it was
fine, and dad came in just in time to see the sheet being pulled
back down over mom's lower legs. I'm not sure if he saw her
vagina or not, but he didn't seem surprised, so i suspect he
didn't see it. I think that he would have had some reaction to
see his wife's formerly hairy pussy now relatively clean and
bare.


Even Though dad didn't see her vagina, he knew that the Dr had
been examining her, and that I was in the room while it happened.
I had a book open in my lap and tried to pretend that I had been
reading the whole time, not noticing what was happening. Dad
couldn't be angry at me, since he wanted to believe that I had no
idea what was going on. He couldn't be angry at mom either, since
she couldn't very well have sent me out of the room without a
parent to monitor me.


Dad updated Mom about Grandma, and we all chatted for a little
bit. Dr Villuaneuva came back in and said that he wanted to strip
her membranes to get things moving along. Dad apparently knew
what this was, or at least knew that it meant that there would be
an exposed vagina in the room again, so he quickly ushered me out
to the cafeteria with him again.


When we got back, Mom was moaning a little bit from the labor
pains and the nurses were starting to scurry around setting
things up. Sally came in and said "Your birthing plan says that
you wanted to use the mirrors to view your delivery. I'm just
going to set those up now."


Dad had seen somewhat relaxed, but immediately began to wonder
what these mirrors were about. I don't think that mom mentioned
these to him when she had set up her birthing plan during her
previous hospital visits. The birthing plan had certainly been
established well before my presence in the delivery room was
known.


I wasn't exactly sure what the mirrors were for, but i was
intrigued. Dad looked a little uncomfortable, but I don't think
that he wanted to outright veto something that he really didn't
know about. Mom had obviously wanted to watch the birth of her
second child.


Sally hit a button on the wall which dropped one mirror down from
the ceiling just past mom's feet. This one would be a straight-on
view for mom, looking directly into her pink vagina - as long as
no one was standing there. However, since there is always a small
army of staff at the foot of the bed during the delivery, Sally
also set up a standing mirror off to the side a bit. This was
about 8' tall on a long tripod. This one was to view things when
someone was standing in front of you. It was a sideways view, but
i suppose you can still see the childbirth activities. Mom didn't
appear to mind that the mirrors were set up, in spite of me being
in the room, but i could see Dad looking at them, then at me,
then at mom, and back at me, trying to see if they provided me
any view of things that I shouldn't see.


Not much happened for a few minutes, and since I couldn't see
anything, and I didn't want to make Dad any more uncomfortable
than he already was, i went back to reading my book. I looked up
when i saw a flurry of activity with nurses coming in and out
checking the fetal doppler readings, then Dr Villuaneuva came in
said he needed to do an ultrasound on mom's belly. Dad stood next
to the bed, between me and mom. He blocked most of my view of
things, but i could tell that it was only her belly that was
exposed anyway. Dr Villuaneuva said that the cord was wrapped
around the baby's neck, and that they would need to quickly try
some repositioning maneuvers to try to change the orientation of
the baby, otherwise they may have to do a C-section. Just then a
fetal doppler alarm sounded, and more staff rushed in to help. No
one seemed panicked, but they were moving with urgency. They
moved mom onto one side quickly, then the other. The sheet
remained draped over her throughout, so i didn't get to see
anything. Then Dr Villuaneuva said he wanted her on all fours,
where he would try to manually reposition the baby. Because mom
already had her epidural anesthesia, she couldn't really help to
roll over onto her hands and knees. The staff had to assist her
to do so. In moving to help her roll over, one of the nurses
accidentally nudged the tall mirror as she was grabbing mom's
leg.


When mom was rolled over on all fours, the sheet was brought up
just a bit so Dr Villuaneuva could insert his hand into her
vagina and try to manually reposition the baby. I happened to
glance at the tall mirror and realized that I could now see
directly into her vagina. I could see her pink slit with the
gloved hand rotating inside. Dad thought he was blocking my full
view by standing between me and the bed, but didn't realize that
the mirror now provided me a perfect vantage point. I held the
book on my lap - mostly to cover my hardening penis - but since
everyone was focused on mom and ensuring that the baby was OK, i
could stare with relative impunity. I reached a hand underneath
the book to gently stroke my penis, but I didn't want to do too
much, lest I get caught.

I do remember that if felt really good to finally touch my prick,
even if it was only a little bit.


When Dr Villuaneuva pulled his hand out, he announced that he had
repositioned the baby and that the cord was no longer an
immediate threat. He also said that mom should remain in this
position for a few minutes before moving onto her back. Although
the nurses moved to pull the sheet down over her bottom to
provide her some privacy, i had 60 seconds or so of complete view
of her shaved vagina. it was glistening from the lubricant that
the Dr had used, and it was red from the blood that was clearly
flowing to the area. I could see her large labia and pink inner
lips. I could also see her cleanly shaved anus. If dad only knew
what I could see, he'd be completely beside himself. The sheet
was pulled back down and my view was gone, but i had just seen -
and stared at - the vagina through which i had traveled 13 years
earlier. it was beautiful.


The rest of the birth proceeded normally and i didn't really get
any more views of my mom. The mirror had been re-adjusted, and
Dad's positing ensured that I couldn't peek over the top of
things to see what was going on. I did see lots of blood,
however, and that sort of diminished my interest in the whole
event. Mom eventually gave birth to my little 8-lb, 10-oz baby
brother.


I did hear the staff talk about blood loss, and Dr Villuaneuva
seemed concerned a couple of times. Dad and I left the room at
one point, so i'm not really sure exactly what happedned. Mom
ended up being OK, but Dad told me that she had had a tough time
and that it'd take her a while to recover.



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