"Fucking hell, Scott," my father Keith said, as the shower jets rained down on us, "that sure was a really big load you gave your mum just now."
"Yeah," my mother Susan agreed, licking her lips, her face still covered in the sticky mass of my sperm as she carefully avoided the cascade of water, determined to enjoy what I had given her for as long as possible. "It felt fabulous, sweetheart," she went on, smiling her wonderful smile at me through the goo to show how pleased whe was, "you shot such a lot."
"He certainly did," said dad, clapping me gently round the shoulders and smiling at me as mum had done, his pride in me plain to see and, in turn, making me feel proud, too.
"Why don't you wash my face, honey?" mum said to dad, "I'm sure you can do the job better than the shower jets."
Dad winked at me and leaned in, giving mum a quick kiss on the lips, then I watched fascinated as my father began to lick his own son's spunk from his wife's face, little murmuring sounds emanating from him as he lapped it up, making a real meal of it, and savouring the taste of my outpourings at the same time. My cock instantly began to rise again as I watched and I gave it a few strong tugs to help it on its way back to a very full erection.
By the time dad had washed all of my spunk from mum's face with his tongue, I was on the horn again with no shame nor guilt whatsoever. I admit I had felt a tad of embarrassment when, earlier that afternoon, dad had caught me in the act sniffing mum's panties but the surprising events which had followed had allowed all thoughts and feelings in that direction to dissipate completely. To my great delight, I now felt supremely confident being naked with my equally naked parents as the three of us went for it big time, sticking two fingers up at society's rules, and having the times of our lives as fully consenting adults do.
After dad had finished cleaning mum's face, he rinsed himself off and stepped out of the shower, reaching for a towel and drying himself down.
"I'll go and get some drinks," he said, turning on his heel and heading for the door, aware that mum and I were watching his arse cheeks working together as he walked away from us.
When dad had gone, mum and I were left alone in the shower. Now, mum lifted her face up to the jets to wash it properly while I stood next to her and soaped myself down, every now and then reaching out a hand to fondle mum's arse.
"Ooh, that feels nice, sweetheart," mum cooed as I ran my hands over her arse and ran a finger up and down the dividing line of the cleft between her buttocks, "the arse is just as potent a sex organ as my pussy and yours and your dad's cocks."
"Yeah, mum," I said, "dad has a great arse, too."
"So do you, sweetheart," mum replied. "Let me show you something else that you'll enjoy."
With the water from the shower still cascading down on us like a miniature Niagara, mum moved round behind me and told me to lean forward. Then she dropped to her knees so that my bare bum was directly in front of her face. She reached out a hand and began to fondle my cheeks, cupping them in her soft gentle palms, then, without any warning, she leaned in and began to cover my backside with lots of loving little kisses as the steam from the shower rose around us.
Mum was still kissing my bum when dad returned a few minutes later, bearing three tall glasses of ice cold orange juice on a tray. "Here's the drinks," he began and then stopped dead in his tracks when he saw what mum was doing to my backside. "Oh, fucking hell," he continued, placing the tray of drinks on the floor, "let me have some of that."
I looked over my shoulder and smiled as dad knelt down next to mum, pleased that my arse was giving my parents such a thrill. I had never thought much about my bottom being a sex organ, as mum had described it; indeed, whilst fully aware that many people are turned on to the visual delights of the arse, I had never found them to be that exciting, maybe because they were a part of the body that was common to every other human being, in the same way as our arms and legs are. But now, in the sanctity of the family bathroom and with my parents paying so much attention to my backside, I was beginning to revise my opinion.
"Our beautiful son doesn't only just have a nice big cock," mum said, relinquishing her kisses and smiling at dad. "Here, honey," she beckoned to dad, "have a taste of this."
The drinks lay quietly forgotten as mum stood and turned off the shower jets. Dad, having recently dried himself, was now soaked to the skin again but it didn't seem to bother him, not when he was so excited and had better things to do than dry himself all over again. Nevertheless, mum stood and turned the handle so that the jets came to an abrupt halt and she reached for the towel and began to dry herself, happy to hand my arse over to dad. I still had my head over my shoulder and was able to watch mum intently as she rubbed her gorgeous jugs together with the towel, before lowering it to dry the triangle of hair between her legs.