Irisviel

His mother, Irisviel. She was beautiful and pale and from a human perspective utterly flawless. Her skin was unblemished and her snow white hair hung down her back delightfully.

Then, there was her attitude. Even in the morning, she was chirpy and loud, shamelessly announcing, "Shirou! It's time to make breakfast!"

A hand raised dramatically, she entered his room. Shirou had no time to react, frozen on his bed, unable to move or hide.

Irisviel's gaze moved to his face, then his crotch. A small blush coloured her cheeks.

"Oh my, Shirou. You're almost as big as your father!"

Almost? Fuck, so I'm smaller than Kiritsugu!?

His father was his hero, the man he strived to surpass. It came as a great disappointment that he couldn't beat him in a category vital to being a hero.

"Please leave!" Shirou protested, hiding his four-incher with his hands. Irisviel chuckled, hand over her mouth.

"Of course, of course."

With a smile, she walked away. A weary sigh left Shirou and losing the stress and attention of his step-mother removed his hands from his manhood.

Unfortunately, in that moment, Irisviel decided to plop her head through the door.

"Oh! Remember to wash your clothes!"

Shirou throw his hands over his below average prick again. "Mom!"

"Sorry!" She grinned, eyes flickering up and down. "Just needed to remind you, honey!"

And then she pulled her head back. He was safe...for now.

Totally red and ashamed, he sat on his bed, defeated. Now his mother knew. With her big fat mouth, she was sure to tell everyone about his mediocre blessings.