Mom Son Share Shower Novels & Stories

"Hurry up and get ready, they'll be back soon and Steve is making enough breakfast to feed five armies down there." "Just grabbing a shower, Emily." Nathan says and she stops in her tracks, turning slowly to fix us with a serious glare. "Try it together. Saves time, water and is a lot of fun, trust me. I love showering with your father." She winks and carries on downstairs. I groan, knowing she's said that to kill whatever ideas we may or may not have had about showering together this morning. "Your mum is the worst." Nathan chuckles, knowing what she's done too.

“Guess I’ll just have to remind you who you’re obsessed with.” I smacked his chest, flushing. “Not in front of our son.” Elian banged the spoon again, shrieking like he agreed. --- Later, Shower Chaos I finally escaped for a shower, humming softly as the warm spray hit my skin. For five blissful minutes, I was alone. Until— Bang. Bang. Bang. The bathroom door rattled. “Mama!” I sighed, water dripping down my face. “Elian, baby, Mama’s in the shower. Five minutes.”

*Monroe's POV* After the treadmill ticks into the 6th mile, the sun has completely risen and I decide it's time to get ready. I head upstairs to my room for a shower. Stripping off my clothes and stepping into the white marble shower, I turn on the water with the golden faucets and let the stream from the rainfall shower head wash away the sweat that clings to me. Just as I am towel drying my hair, my phone pings. Tommy: Have a good first day kiddo :)

“Mom always said if you’re gonna do a job, do it well.” “Know what my mom always says?” She stands and whispers, “Shower sex is the best,” kissing my cheek. “Does she?” “Hmm.” “And Mom’s always right.” “That she is.” I scoop her into my arms, carry her upstairs to her room, lay her on the bed, and straddle her. “We need to shower,” she giggles. “Not yet.” I pull her down, our tongues tangling passionately, when the doorbell rings. I try to pull away, but she clings to my lips. Ding dong. It keeps ringing as we finally part, panting, shedding each other’s clothes.

flashing on the screen, I hesitated for a moment, but I eventually answered. The moment the call connected, Mom's voice came through, entitled and laced with irritation, "Vanessa, why haven't you sent this month's allowance yet? It's already a few days late. I'm waiting on that money!" Hearing that familiar tone, I wasn't surprised at all. Instead, I felt a strange calm, like I'd been expecting this. Holding the phone, I walked over to the window, speaking calmly, "Mom, didn't you say that a married daughter is as good as gone? Since I'm an outsider, your living expenses can be handled by your 'investment of a son' from now on."

His hands trailed down my legs to my sneakers. “I can pull off my shoes,” I mumble. He acted like he didn’t hear what I just said and proceeded to untie the laces. After pulling off my shoes, his hands crept to my jeans. “Malcolm,” I call. “Shh,” he hushed me. I sigh and let him do as he pleases. Soon, I’m in my birthday suit and in his arms. He leads me to the bathroom. And places me inside a jacuzzi I could swear is glittering. On a normal day, I would have spent time ogling at it and taking pictures. Malcolm takes his time to wash every part of me, making sure to give attention to all parts of my body. He massages every tensed muscle of mine, making me sigh in relief and eventually relaxi

Relatives kept praising her for raising a daughter who studied overseas. Nobody mentioned I was the one paying for it. When I was three months pregnant, Mom stayed at the Brighton estate for a week. Those seven days were a nightmare. One time, Bruce poured me a glass of water, and Mom immediately sneered. "Look at you. You're pregnant, not disabled. Acting like a princess already? You can't even pour your own water?" After meals, I cleaned the dishes while she sat nearby eating snacks. "Wow. Now you know how to work hard? Where was this before?"

he said quietly, picking up the bottle. For a second, I felt a rush of warmth. Had this kid actually turned over a new leaf? I sat up and waved him over. "Come here." He shuffled to the bedside. "How do you want to make me pretty?" I asked gently. "Ms. Sulvan says women have to take care of themselves, or they'll age fast," he recited seriously. "She says she uses toner, serum, lotion, cream, and eye cream every single day. Mommy, you should use them too."

Mom grins back widely and replies, "I don't know. Do you think we will both fit in the shower? I mean it might get a little 'tight' in there. We may end up bumping into each other a lot." "Well, we started out bumping into each other in the bathroom, so what's the difference if we 'bump' a little more inside the shower? It might even be fun." We kiss, laughing at all the flying innuendo and sexual heat. We step from my bed, and Mom quick-steps right into the shower to keep from drizzling my cum all over the apartment floor. I chuckle but follow close behind. I watch Mom's butt jiggle slightly, and my cock twitches at the sight. Mom gets the water on and the temperature set after stepping ins

She said with a smile. “That’s fine.” I reply not being able to hold back my smile. “Well, I think you should go take a shower and wake your mates up.” Mom says with that adoration still shining in her eyes. “Okay.” I say exiting the kitchen and running upstairs with Penny so we could change together. After we'd showered and changed we went back downstairs to find the most heartwarming scene I’ve ever seen. My mates are having breakfast and joking and laughing with my baby sisters. I stopped there for a moment to appreciate what was taking place before my eyes.