For sure. I always have an appetite!

"Thank you, Mrs. Matson, that sounds wonderful."

"Well, come on down then, the three of you. Mia, honey, don't bother with getting cleaned up, I'm sure you'll get roughed up again soon anyway if Jon here is as hungry as always..."

Mr. Matson had only just come home from work, so we were already seated around the table when he came in. He approached his wife from behind, his pants unzipped, and gave her a loving hug, his stiff penis finding the crook of her neck and cradling there as if it was second nature to him. She leaned back her head to kiss his mouth, then leaned forward and sideways to kiss his penis. Mr. Matson greeted his daughters and me warmly and sat down next to his wife.

"Smells delicious, honey."

"Thank you, sweetie. But I think it's still missing that certain something, you know? At least where the girls and me are concerned. Jon, we always like having the guests do the honors. Would you be so kind?"

"Of course, Mrs. Matson," I said, getting up. Keira, Mia, and their mother moved their chairs and their plates a little closer together. I stood across from them and started stroking myself. Mr. Matson looked on approvingly, while Mrs. Matson was subtly biting her lip. Mia was looking warily at my cock, no doubt remembering the destruction it had rained down on her throat just a few moments prior, but seemed excited nonetheless.

Luckily, I was already rather blueballed because Mrs. Matson had interrupted me before I could pump my load into Mia, so the three of them didn't have to wait long. My whole body spasmed and my seed started flying out of the tip of my penis in the general direction of Mrs. Matson and her daughters. Luckily, most of it actually reached its intended destination on their plates, but of course, a lot of it also wound up in their faces, on the table, in their glasses, and all over their clothes. I wasn't bothered, though; most households considered it good form to spare some of the special sauce for the recipient's faces in addition to their palates.

"Thank you, Jon," Mrs. Matson beamed at me, absentmindedly wiping a few droplets out of her eyes so she could look at me properly. "Now, dig in, all of you!"

The rest of the dinner was filled with polite conversation. When Mr. Matson expressed interest in the fantastic amounts of saliva his youngest daughter was covered in, she excitedly recounted the tale of our "experiment". She insisted that she would make Keira pay for what we did, but whenever she looked at me, there was more than a hint of horniness in her eyes. Mr. Matson listened patiently to the whole thing, nodding sagely, then turned to me and said, "Well, Jon, you'll have to try harder if you want to break one of these ladies. I know Mia's only been free to use for a few days, but if she's anything like her mom or her sister, the cock that can make her gag hasn't been grown yet. By the way, Mia, sweetie, I am so proud of you. I can't wait to tell your grandma that the Matson family has succeeded in producing yet another high-quality cumrag."

Mia beamed from ear to ear. I could tell Keira was starting to get jealous of all the attention her little sister was getting, so she tried taking her down a notch.

"So Mia, where did you get that fake cum I saw you put on after you came in? I bet you blew all your pocket money on that."

Mia turned a bright scarlet. "Keiraaaa! You're such a whore!!"

Mr. Matson only chuckled, and Mrs. Matson patted Mia on the shoulder while shooting a reproachful look at Keira.

"Keira, don't you go making fun of your little sister's insecurities! She's still new to all of this, of course she doesn't know how many loads the average woman should be receiving in a day. I know for a fact you did the exact same thing when you came of age. Heck, I did the exact same thing! It's nothing to be ashamed of."

That shut Keira up. "And besides," her mum continued, a small string of my cum slowly drooping from her fork, which was hovering forgotten in mid-air, "you can't really blame her for not knowing, can you? I mean, just look at all those celebrities on TV with their perfectly sculpted designer cumshots! You know at least half of those are also fake, right? And the other half are provided by trained professionals who do nothing else all day. Of course us normal people can't compete with that! How could we? We'd get nothing else done! Ideally, we'd all be happy with the amount of cream we receive, however much it may be, but I don't think it's shameful to feel like you need a top up once in a while."

Keira nodded shyly and, determined to change the topic, addressed her sister peaceably. "So, Mia, you haven't even told Dad what your Cumming of Age was like."

The Cumming of Age was a biannual event held across all schools in the state during which all boys and girls who had reached legal age in the last six months were formally declared legal. It was the biggest day in any teenager's life, and Mia's posh boarding school always held especially elaborate ceremonies.