LBS wrote:
Parents Just Don't Understand! by LBS
Occasionally, my Dad and I joke about the "Circumcision Dinner." It was perhaps the worst example of my Mom's chronic misunderstanding of my teenage sensibilities. Now, approaching age 21, I can even laugh if one of my sisters mentions that dreadful night. Not so at the time. It was the evening where my male dignity was truly shattered.
Mom enjoyed regaling us with in-depth descriptions of the three times she had given birth. No detail, including where she thought she had been when the conception had occurred, was left out. Naturally, this made my Dad uncomfortable, and on this night he had left the dinner table with a kind of disgusted look on his face. Mom was in full rhapsody about my birth, describing how "Andrew looked so strange, almost like an alien being, amidst all the goo, until they cleaned him off. I had to look closely to really tell that the doctors were correct about his sex. His penis was so very tiny!" I began to blush at the mention of my penis. I was ready to take my plate to the kitchen, too, and join Dad in the livingroom. How I wished later I had done that sooner. I might have been spared the awful invasion of my personal privacy that was imminent.
I was 14 at that dinner. Mom went on to describe my circumcision the day after I was born. Neither of my sisters knew what circumcision is, so Mom felt it imperative that they be told to facilitate their sex education. She said, "You can still see the little scar on Andrew's penis." After a long explanation of circumcision, Mom turned to me and said, "Andrew, if you weren't so shy, your sisters could look at your penis and see what I'm talking about."
My sisters giggled and I turned red. Mom really wanted me to get up, pull down my pants, and give them a look!? All I said was, "Not a chance."
She then looked at me, and with a stern face she said "Andrew, this is important, show them...please honey." I looked at her in disbelief, but it wasn't in my nature to disobey. My fingers were shaking as I slowly reached for the zippered fly in my jeans. With a nod of encouragement from my mom, and as my sisters both leaned over to watch, I slowly, very slowly, began to do what I knew was expected. Under my mother's close supervision, I hesitatingly opened my fly and slid down my pants...the bulge in my underwear covered only by the thinnest of cotton....white and firm, my young balls nestled gently behind the fabric. I could FEEL their eyes burning through the material, and I looked at my mom in desperation, hoping against hope she would not make me continue. But she said "Go on Andrew...they have a need to know these things, and just remember that every 14-year-old boy has a developing penis so there is nothing to be embarrassed about."
With glee in their eyes and smiles on their faces, by two sisters watched as I lowered the last protective layer down my legs. I really had no choice in the matter, not with my domineering mother pushing me onward. As I peeled back the cotton, the intensity of their stares cut me through to the core, and my adolescent cock literally sprang to attention, jutting upward from the small mound of brown pubic hair I had recently been able to acquire. My sisters gasped with glee, and I could have DIED.
Mom said, "There, there, Andrew, show them your little scar, where they did the circumcision operation." Suddenly, my older sister blurted out "Can I pleaseeeee touch it, Mom?" My younger sister's eyes bugged wide, and she giggled at my expression, which at that moment was one of absolute horror. My faced blushed beet-red and I literally yelled "NO!!!!" as my mom answered, "Of course dear, Andrew knows you're curious and you know what they say, 'curiosity killed the cat!'" Then she looked right into my eyes, and said "Now Andrew, move your hands away and let your sisters look at your scar. How else are they going to learn about these things?"
With pleading eyes, I looked to my Mom, begging her, but the expression of resolve on her face was unmistakable, and so slowly, with my hands literally trembling, I moved them
away. With a gasp, I watched as my two sisters began to closely inspect my budding manhood, which at that very moment was jutting up toward the ceiling, literally bobbing with each beat of my own teenage heart. When my eldest sister, two years my junior, took it in her hands, feeling it, examining it, my faced flushed crimson and tears began to trickle down my face. I was more embarrassed than I had ever been in my life, my raging hard on humiliating me more and more with each second that passed, its big bulging head literally shining in the light, as both my sisters now traced the scar below that had unmasked it so very long ago....
I tried to brush away the tears that were streaming down my face, further betraying and enhancing my humiliation. My older sister looked up and noticed how upset I had become. She exclaimed, "Look, we're making Andrew cry." Mom was certainly not worried about the fact that I was now crying. She just commented, "Girls, your brother just cries more easily than most boys his age. There is nothing to worry about."
It was true, I had trouble holding back tears when most boys my age could. Just last week, I had burst into tears while changing in the lockerroom, after a swim meet. My teammates were amazed that I would stand there naked at my locker, crying over a lost match. Some girls had later been told of my unexpected display of emotion, and I endured a lot of teasing because of it.
I stood there sobbing and watched them looking at my manhood, their fingers tracing around the head. Before too long, I simply reached a point where I could take it no longer. Suddenly, a feeling that I cannot describe came over me, and instantly I stood up, pushing my sisters' hands out of the way, as I desperately clawed at my pants to try and close them. I thought to myself, "Oh, I'm going to cum in front of my Mom and sisters. I can't let myself do that."
Even in my desperation to stop it, that the feeling was surging forward and onward, and I just had no control over my sexual excitement. My mother started to speak, "Andrew, now young man you need to let your....." but before she could finish my penis suddenly erupted, and a line of almost clear semen erupted from its tip with a violence and an intensity that pushed it almost a foot into the air. I yelled, "Oh Shiiiiit", then immediately my face turned crimson from what I had said and what I was doing. As I grabbed and tried to cover the end of my penis I ejaculated another rope of liquid, and then another, these hitting my hand and literally running down into my jeans.
Both of my sisters burst into laughter, and my mother, for the first and only time in her entire life, sat speechless. Her eyes were wide open in amazement, as I jumped up from the table, my manhood literally dripping with the fluids that my adolescent body had so explosively produced. I gave up any thought of trying to button my pants and just jerked
them up and left the room as fast as my feet could move, my hard penis bulging sideways and literally filling the front of my stained pants, which were only partially closed. I thought I was going to die. Even then, I could hear my mother saying, "Now, girls, you certainly got a good demonstration of how men react sexually."
I lay on my bed face down, my penis still not properly tucked back in to my still-opened jeans. I cried tears of despair and mortification. I felt like my most intimate personal secrets had been exposed to my laughing sisters, who delighted in this turn of events. Neither had seen me naked in several years, and they marveled in their good fortune. Already, my eldest sister was on the telephone, telling her best friend what had just transpired. Now a new dread filled my jumbled mind. How many girls would be told about my intimate exposure, my shame as I involuntarily ejaculated in front of them, and be given a detailed description of my male anatomy?
Eventually, my crying subsided, and I realized I had to use the bathroom. In the hallway, I could hear the voices of my parents, arguing in their bedroom. Dad was saying, "What a stupid thing to make him do; this could cause him some real psychological damage."
Mom was defending her actions, responding, "I was just trying to make sexual development less mysterious to the girls. I felt it would give them an advantage when they eventually date, to know exactly what boys have and how it functions."
"I'll have to go talk to Andrew, I am sure he is just so very embarrassed," Dad said. "I know I would have been at that age. My sisters only saw me naked once, and that was by accident at our summer cottage. It was only for a moment as I emerged from the outdoor shower, but I still recall them gaping at my privates, until I grabbed a towel and covered myself."
"I just do not understand why boys and men make such major issue of this," Mom answered. "I mean, every male has a penis, why all the secrecy and embarrassment? It's just a natural part of the male body, like an arm or leg."
In exasperation, Dad said, "Believe me, especially to a boy in his teens, it's VERY different. The penis is very difficult to control at that age, and boys are very self-conscious about things like erections, even while fully dressed." Their argument droned on, each failing to convince the other. I realized then that Mom just didn't get it and had not meant to cause me any emotional upset. My shame was very real, but I had to accept what had transpired and ignore any repercussions from my sisters or their friends.
Later that night, after I had showered, I was sitting at my bedroom desk, finishing my homework. I was wearing only my white briefs and I had left the door partially open. After what had just transpired, having my family possibly see me in my underpants just didn't seem to worry me the way it usually did. My parents entered my room, and I turned towards them, remaining in my chair. Dad began to awkwardly try to reassure me that nothing really awful had happened. As usual, Dad became tongue tied when he tried to talk about sex.
Mom took over and said, "Andrew, you shouldn't be so self-conscious about your sexual development. Goodness knows, I've done my best to assure you that I know you masturbate each day, and that it's perfectly normal. You should not feel so ashamed that your sisters saw your penis and, you know, the rest, tonight. After all, we are just family."
What could I say? I nodded and wished they would just leave the room. My Mom prides herself on being open about sex. As she droned on about the normality of teenage male masturbation, I just wished she wasn't quite so open about my particular development. Oh well, at least I didn't have to worry about staining the bedsheets. My friends all dreaded leaving any "evidence." That was not a concern I had, at least. Especially after tonight's lurid display of my sexual abilities. There was little left for anyone in our house to discover in that regard.