Mommy In The Shower Novels & Stories

He scowled, talking to himself. He mindlessly plucked the loofah from the rack and squeezed a certain amount of citrus gel on it. Disoriented, Ira dabbed it straight to his face, making him wriggle vehemently. Quickly, he tilted his head, letting the water run against his face. "F*uck! Since when did I get this clumsy?!" He snarled to himself, tossing the poor thing onto the tiled floor. So much for expecting to be relaxed! So then, he finished taking a bath and wrapped the cottony towel around his hips. By the time he got out of the shower, he was greeted by a scream.

Takes one look at us and laughs. "You all look terrible." "Thanks. That's helpful." "When's the last time you showered?" I try to remember. Can't. "I don't know. Days? Maybe?" "Go shower. All of you. I'll watch the babies." "You sure?" "I raised three boys. I can handle two babies and a toddler for an hour." We shower. One at a time. It's glorious. Hot water. Soap. Feeling human. When I come back, the Queen Mother has all three kids sleeping. Peacefully. Quietly.

My shower. I stay under the pummelling water for an hour, I turn it up the hottest setting my skin can bare and wash away their stench. I use all my familiar products and smell like me again, then I wash again to be sure. I pull on yoga pants, a sports bra, and a loose workout top. I’m hoping I don’t have to entertain today. I’m itching to train, itching to fight again. Just before I’m about to leave my room there’s a knock, “Come in,” I call and my mother opens the door. Her waist-length blonde hair swishing, and hazel eyes brimming with tears. I hug her tightly around the waist, “Mother.”

We stood there under the spray, fused together, panting like dying animals. Suddenly, a sharp knock-knock-knock on the bathroom door froze the blood in my veins. "Alex? Are you in there?" It was my mother. My heart stopped. Mira’s eyes went wide in the reflection of the glass door. We were frozen, my dick still buried inside her, the water still running. "Alex?" Mom called again, louder this time. She tried the handle. It jiggled. Panic, cold and sharp, washed over me. "Yeah!" I yelled back, my voice cracking. I cleared my throat, trying to sound normal over the sound of the shower and my own terrified heartbeat. "Yeah, Mom! I'm... I'm just finishing up! In the shower!"

She hurries out, Stepdad following after one last glance at me. Now it’s just me and Elena in this empty, echoing house. She leads me to the bathroom, all marble and glass. “Stand right here, sweetie. Let me demonstrate the rainfall showerhead. Close your eyes and imagine mornings here.” I step into the open shower stall, still fussing. “This is stupid. I’m not—” Cold water explodes over me. I gasp, sputtering as the showerhead sprays full blast. My white shirt turns transparent instantly, plastering to my skin. My nipples harden instantly, dark and obvious, big tits straining against the soaked fabric, bouncing with every shocked breath.

He jumped in the car and sped off. A few minutes after he said he was going to the shower, our team picked six. The cornerback intercepted and ran it back 89 yards, turning the game around. I was so excited I ran upstairs to the walk-in shower to tell dad. As I poked my head in with the great news, I was thunderstruck. I hadn't known that dad ran out for wine, or that mom had decided to take a break from baking and grab a shower. But there she was. As the steamy water cascaded down, I was there with my mouth agape. My mother stood in the altogether. The hair that normally was in a tight bun (straight from the 19th century) was free, long, and luxuriant. Her beautiful face now seemed in conte

I thrust faster and deeper, convulsing down to the ground, hips jerking as my cock came milking out. “Uhh..” l breathed out, leaning my back towards the wall, as the shower spilled down my cum. Jezz! I can't believe l just did that to myself, just with the thought of having Liam fucking me. I muttered to myself, a satisfying smile crept at the edge of my lips. Just then when l was about to soak myself into the tub again, a sound came from the door. “Sweetheart can l come in,” mom's voice came out from behind the door.

Seeing the clothes in her hands, she blinked and asked, "Mommy, are you showering in my room?" "Mhm," she nodded. The sound of running water was like gentle rain. Not long after, Archer walked into Trista's room. He glanced toward the bathroom, and Trista spoke first. "Mommy's in there showering." "Oh," his voice was flat, like a blade still in its sheath. He then asked, "Did you ask Mommy to shower in here?" "No, Mommy just brought her clothes over herself." He didn't ask again. He chatted with Trista for a moment, told her to rest early, and then turned and left.

“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.”

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