Use Dad's shower instead

"C'mon, Mom, let's get you cleaned up," you say, hopping out of bed and heading for the door.

"Oh, that's okay. I can wait," she replies, placing the nearly-full bottle of jizz on the nightstand. "No need to wake up your father."

"Fuck that, I want a shower. If you join me, we can 'make some special sauce' together... Unless you want to run out?"

"No, I--Okay, okay, let's go," she says, flopping out of bed. "Can we have a special snack first, though?"

"Eh..." You hesitate, then feel your cock twitch as she licks her lips excitedly. "...How about during?"

"Deal," she replies immediately, following you out the door and down the hall.

The first door you come to is Cassidy's old room. Now that you only need two bedrooms for the whole family, you've converted it into an upstairs kitchen and pantry. There's a refrigerator, several small appliances, and a cupboard chock-full of junk food.

Ducking inside, you grab two containers filled with store-bought muffins and hand them to Mom. Then you open the fridge and retrieve three tubes of icing. You can almost see your mother salivate as you pick them up: as far as she knows, the sticky white goop is cut with plenty of jizz. Finally, you take the "upstairs trough" from its home beside the sink. It's a large, rectangular plastic tub, perfect for serving Mom huge late-night snacks or breakfast in bed.

When you get to Dad's room (formerly your own jerk-off palace), you find him sleeping soundly as-expected. Beside his bed is the door to the en-suite bathroom, such as it is: there's just enough room for a toilet, a sink, and a small shower.

You pat your mother on her huge, naked backside. "You remember the drill, right?"

"Uh..."

"Tub on the floor, along with you. Stick your fat butt in the shower, or as much of it as you can fit while I clean myself off. Have your snack, and I'll use your ass if I'm feeling horny."

"Oh, okay," she says plainly. "That makes sense. You can even shoot your medicine right into the trough!"

"...Yeah, right."

As soon as you turn on the shower, Dad begins to turn over in his sleep: nobody bothered to close the bathroom door, after all. While you wait for the water to heat up, you crack open the muffins and pour about two dozen into Mom's trough. Then you cover them with a "healthy" amount of icing, and watch proudly as your mother instantly falls to her hands and knees.

Shuffling around her thick body, you hop into the shower. She's already started eating, her ass wobbling beneath the hot water while her front end is buried in the trough. Without a word you grab the bottle of lube you keep right beside the shampoo, squirting it between her fat cheeks.

"Guh," she grunts through a mouthful of iced muffins, twitching as you rub the cold lube against her asshole. Your fingers are soon replaced by your cockhead, and while her moans grow louder, she doesn't stop stuffing her face.

"Holy shit Mom, your ass is still so tight... I'm gonna make plenty of icing in this big, fat booty."

"Mm, ggh... Watch your language, young man," she snaps back, spitting a few gooey crumbs back into the trough. Once she's done scolding you, she licks them up before moving on to the next muffin.

"Buh... Whah...?" Over in the bedroom your father sits up, rubbing his eyes. "...Oh, for fuck's sake..." With that he slumps back down and turns away, burying his face in a pillow.

"Morning Dad," you chuckle, raising your voice over the noise of the shower. "Wanna join us? She's got a few more holes."

Mom's head whips around. "MARCUS!" Her sugar-glazed face stares daggers at you, even as you keep plowing her ass. "You c-can't say things like that! You know your father isn't p-puh... Part of our special s-sauce time."

"Right, sorry," you say solemnly. "Guess I've gotta handle all this thickness myself, huh?" Before she can reply, you lean forward and shove her face back into the trough. "C'mon Piggy, eat up. Wouldn't want you getting all stupid on us, would we?"

She grumbles but obeys, scarfing down more of the increasingly-sloppy muffins. As for your father, he tenses his shoulders but doesn't make a peep: he's resolved to stay out of this new, perverted version of family life, and he's not about to start protesting now. Chances are that he'll sleep in for a while, run off to his new door-to-door sales job, then spend the day taking advantage of the **** women he visits.

As for you, Cassidy, and Mom... Well, that's pretty much up to you.