As a teenage boy, I was being consumed by hormones. I took every opportunity to see either Mom or Janet less than fully clothed. What I didn’t know, until years later, was that both Mom and Janet took every opportunity to see what I was packing.
Apparently, my junk didn’t scare either of them off because on my eighteenth birthday, at a party attended by just the three of us. We were at the kitchen table getting ready to light the candles on the birthday cake when Mom announced that it was time for me to become a man. I had no idea what that meant but apparently, Mom and Janet had had this discussion already and both Mom and Janet smiled at me with expressions on their faces like I was the main entrée on the menu.
Janet slid from her chair to her knees and crawled on her hands and knees around the corner of the table and sat down on her feet between my legs. Mom moved her chair around so she could see. Janet had a sultry look on her face as she licked her lips and reached for my belt buckle. I was scared shitless. My lungs pulled up into my throat and I couldn’t breathe.
Mom told me to just relax and enjoy. I had dreamed of this happening and now I was terrified. Janet finished loosening my belt and unhooking my jeans before she eased down my zipper as she stared up into my face. She giggled at the look on my face and then turned to Mom and said, “Look Mom, he’s scared to death.”
In spite of it all, my cock was as hard as a steel pole and Janet had trouble getting it out of my underwear. I remember that her hand was ice cold. It was so cold that it felt like fire that burned when she wrapped her fingers as far around my cock as she could. Her eyes lit up and Mom mumbled, “Jesus Janet. Look at the size of that thing.”
Janet looked at Mom with a huge grin on her face and started jerking me off. I’d jerked myself off a thousand times and it never once felt like that. I let out a long groan as my head dropped back and I was looking at the ceiling light above the table. I remember saying, “Thank you God.” Mom and Janet both giggled at that.
I tried hard not to embarrass myself by shooting the second she touched me. I accomplished that but just barely. The instant that she touched my cock I knew I was moments away from launching my jizz in the air. In seconds, I humped up in my chair and lifted my hips as cum rocketed from my cock in a long powerful blast that hit Janet hard in the face. She pulled her face away from the stream and it continued over her shoulder to the table and as luck would have it, right onto the birthday cake. It was like time had stopped. Janet’s eyes had closed as cum splattered everywhere. Her mouth was open in shock. Mom’s face lit up with surprise as she gawked at the first shot flying into the cake. Time started again and Mom was laughing as six or seven more shots exploded up my shaft. Janet took another shot before she aimed my cock at Mom and she took two shots to the side of her head and face as she turned away. Mom pushed her chair back but the remaining shots landed on her blouse. Janet roared with laughter at the horrified look on Mom’s face.