The boy sits there long after his father has gone, still trying to understand what has just happened.

Slowly, it sinks in, his face becoming paler by the moment.

I am supposed do 'it' to Mom so she becomes pregnant!

He is physically shaking now.

He tries to visually picture them actually 'doing it' (he can't bring himself to say the 'f' word) but he can't. He remembers how he had reacted when Sunil remarked how big his mom's boobs were. He almost knocked his friend's block off.

"It's Mom!" He says to himself. "I can't think of her 'like that'. She's my mom. You don't 'do it' with your own mom."

He takes a gulp from his pepsi that he had already opened but it does not make him feel better. He can still feel the butterflies in his stomach.

There is no way he can do this.

But what about Mom and Dad? Will they get into trouble?

Dejectedly, he looks at the floor. The boy doesn't know what to do.

He is still like that when his mother calls him for dinner an hour later...