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 Chapter 1.5 I returned to my bedroom after shouting to my husband and son
to finish in the shower.  We only had 15 minutes until we had to leave.  I
was still in just a bra and panties myself, but had the foresight to pick
my outfit the day before.  My mind turned back to the thought of my boys in
the shower, and the wonderful tool that hung between his legs.  I sat at
the edge of my bed, and found my hands moving towards my legs.  A sudden
sound, and the blur of a naked little boy snapped me back to reality.  He
came flying into my room and jumped up into my arms.  We feel back into my
bed, his naked body pressed into me.  "Well hello there little man." I say
with a smile.  "Daddy get you all cleaned up?" "Yup, " he responds, "and
that's not all.  Guess what Daddy told me?" Having spent a time or two with
my husband in the shower, I had an idea of where this was headed, but I
decided to play along anyway.  "He told me I could pee in the shower!  He
said there's no point in gettin' out when it all goes the same way." I
smiled again.  My husband loved to pee in the shower, or anywhere else for
that matter.  He, and I as well, had a bit of a water sports fetish.  I
wondered how innocent his little peeing event was.  My answer came almost
immediately after when my son spoke again.  "Daddy accidentally splashed my
legs" he said with a giggle.  I brought my arms up into a hug around my
little boy.  I smiled at him again, all to sure that what happened in the
shower was not an accident.  I was well aware of my husbands perversions.
We shared a good number of them between us.  Both of us had fantasies of
sexual encounters with the younger crowd.  We often role-played,
father/daughter was most common, but often did variations, and switched who
was in control.  I moved my arms farther down my sons little body, and
gripped his soft and smooth ass.  I wondered how far my husband had gone,
and what I had interrupted when I called to him in the shower.  I started
to squeeze and fondle the little bum of my son that lay on my chest.  This
wasn't the first time we had cuddled naked, but it was the first time with
my husband down the hall, or even in the house.  As my finger began to
circle is his little hole, I wondered what he would say when he came in the
bedroom.  I contemplated the idea of letting him walk in and see, he'd
probably be all for it, or indifferent at the worst.  But still, I decided
it was probably not ideal just in case.  Besides, we need to get dressed
and leave in less than 10 minutes.  However, no soon had I made my decision
to cut the snuggling, and get up and dressed did I hear the sound of a
throat being cleared from the door way.  I looked up to see my husband with
a large grin on his face.  I realized I was still grasping our sons ass,
with my index finger resting on his little hole.  "Looks like we need to
have a little talk when we get home tonight, hmm?  He said.  "Yes.  You'll
have to tell me all about your shower later" I respond.  He laughed, and we
both start getting dressed and ready to go.