Mom Son Share Shower Novels & Stories

At school, I had a nickname. They called me "Mister Wait-Your-Turn." I waited for the sneakers my brother had grown tired of, the backpack my sister thought was ugly, and the phones my parents had already cracked the screens of. Even when it came to taking a shower, I had to wait until everyone else was done. A week ago, Mom had promised me, "On the day of your college entrance exam, you won't have to wait your turn for the shower." So when I finally stumbled into the bathroom, drenched in sweat and smelling awful, I thought my turn had finally come. I was halfway through working up a lather when someone started pounding on the door. "Come out. Let your brother go in." My eyes stung,

"First of all, I'm going to take a shower." Aaron watched her ass sway back and forth as she reached the entrance, turning around again. "Care to join me?" Aaron lit up, stepping towards his mother without saying anything. He reached the door, picking up her by the waist, squeezing her ass. They stared face to face for a second, before Lauren pulled her son's head towards hers. Their lips met, their tongue's dancing in each other's mouths. Lauren broke the kiss as her son closed the door behind him. He carried her to the edge of the shower, turning on the water. "You don't mind showering with your dirty little slut of a mother?" she said.

"Keatton we will be going within an hour for now. Get ready and get dressed, darling," Mom said. Little did they know that I have not taken any amount of sleep. "Yes, Mom," I said. As I went to my bathroom, I can't help but to clutch my chest. The water that comes out from the shower is peaking through my bones. It's cold. The coldness of the water makes me want to freeze. We have an hour to prepare before heading to their company.

He walked deeper into the steam. The shower room opened up around him, a long rectangle of tile and concrete with shower heads spaced along both walls. No dividers. No privacy. Just a communal space where men washed and went about their business, and the mist was thick enough now that Moon could only make out three figures, three bodies moving through the white haze, water running in sheets down shoulders and backs.

We’d stumbled upstairs, still sticky from the living room, and Mom turned the shower on with a wicked grin. “Clean-up time,” she’d said, stripping us both. Now the three of us are slick with soap and sweat, bodies sliding together under the spray. Jace grips my hips, pulling me onto him deeper, the burn of his thickness making my toes curl. Mom’s free hand cups my breast, pinching my nipple hard enough to make me gasp. She drops to her knees, water cascading over her, and licks a hot stripe up my clit. The double assault (her tongue flicking, his cock driving) has me moaning loud enough to echo off marble.

He says and I smile. "I'll take a shower." I say heading into the bathroom. "I'll join you in a few minutes, let me make some work calls." Mason says and I nod. I get into the luxurious shower and oh yes I'm in heaven. I take my time in the shower and when I'm done, I also do a whole skincare routine before Mason finally joins me. "Long call?" I ask. "My dad trying to micro manage me even in his retirement." Mason says with a frown as he undresses and he into the shower.

Molly agrees to that, she was taken to the dominants room, it's the room next door, they even share a door between both rooms, she feels like she's close to them the whole time, Matheo took her to their bathroom, took off all of her clothes and most of his staying in just his boxers. He picked her up and walked under the showerhead with her in his arms, she cuddled closer to him, her tail tucked against his hand trying to protect it from the water. Matheo managed to wash her hair, and body while holding her, he even allowed her to wash his hair back getting her busy. Mollis was happy about this, it's fun to shower with her daddy, he doesn't put her in the water and try to scrub her clean, in

My cock hardens in anticipation of soaping her naked body in the shower. Mom goes into the master bathroom, which has a large glass enclosed shower with tile seats on two sides. She reaches in and turns the water on adjusting the spray. As the water heats up, she pulls off her t-shirt and drops her shorts. My mother is standing in front of me in a pair of blue bikini panties!

It had to be considering the giant bed. He nodded and put her down. “I just thought you might want a hot shower.” Roslyn just stared at him in disbelief. “A real hot shower?” While camping out, she had been dreaming of a real shower for days. Monster paused at her question. “Yeah, a real shower. Is there any other kind?” Roslyn shrugged. “For the last few weeks I’ve been bathing in a natural pool and the water hasn't exactly been warm, let alone hot.” Monster grinned. “Now I’m suddenly sorry I missed that. You au naturel in the wild? Damn…” He kept grinning. “But yeah, you can use my shower. I’ve even got soap and shampoo.”

she said while shaking her head bitterly. “Would you now?” “Yes, I would have advised her to go for someone as cute as you are!” I laughed as I pulled her rose-like cheeks. “Can I tell you something?” “Yes, Mr handsome,” she replied. “Your mum takes hours when she’s in the shower.” “That was what I was about to tell you. My mum takes ages when she’s taking her bath. She literally takes a nap in the shower —“ “Keep quiet, naughty girl,” Cassey ordered as she walked out of the closet.