Real Mom Shower Novels & Stories

my mother says as she serves the food. I hurry to my room. I strip off my clothes and walk into the bathroom. I turn the shower on and step in. The cold water cascades over me and I take a deep breath, feeling the tension of the day slowly wash away. I take my time to savor the moment, enjoying the sensation of the water running down my skin. I take a few more deep breaths, allowing the warmth of the shower to fill me with a sense of relaxation. Under the shower, I moan. I’m still enjoying the water when my mom calls my name.

Holding my hands in hers, she said, “Sweetie, it's okay. I'm here for you. Stop crying. Let's go wash your face.” “You're going to have to go and redo your makeup,” I heard my mother say sharply. “What the fuck are you talking about?!” I shouted, raising my head up to look at her. “What do you mean, redo my makeup?” “For the wedding,” she answered, her fingers running through my already-scattered hair. “I don't understand,” I said, turning to face my dad with squinted eyes. “What don't you understand?” Dad said it with a frown on his face.

"That tiresome brat! I should have drowned you as soon as I gave birth to you!" When Dad finally saw Mom appearing at the door, he complained and said, "I don't know if our furniture inside can still be saved." He told Mom to open the door, but Mom first took out her live-streaming phone and pointed the camera at the water seeping out of the door. "Look at this! This is all done by that 'good boy' you guys keep feeling sorry for!" The comments flooded in. "Oh my god, why is the floor flooded?" "You're saying that poor kid did this? I don't believe it."

She shoved her bedroom door open, slamming it shut behind her, the sound echoing like a finality. Her clothes came off in a frenzy, blouse unbuttoned, skirt pooling at her feet—leaving her in just her bra and panties. She stumbled into the bathroom, twisting the shower knob. Hot water cascaded down, steam filling the air as she stepped under the spray, letting it soak her skin. Tears flowed freely now, mixing with the rivulets down her cheeks. Why did it hurt so much? Seeing them like that, her mother, bound and writhing under Ronan's whip and that merciless machine, shouldn't pierce her this way. But it did. The jealousy burned, a forbidden fire that consumed her thoughts.

Mom reeled back, both hands flying to her mouth as she shook her head over and over. A moment later, she slowly crouched down. "I-It's all my fault… I should've realized it sooner. I should've known!" she muttered, tears slipping through her fingers. I could see Mom through the open door, and for the first time, I saw genuine remorse on her face. Maybe she did love me. But she had hidden it so deeply that by the time I finally realized it, it was already too late.

For how much I wanted something so wrong, so forbidden. When they finally returned home from their errands, Mom was still all over him. She dragged him straight to the couch, curling up against his side like she owned him completely, her head on his shoulder while they watched some mindless show. I sat on the opposite side of the room in the armchair, pretending to scroll through my phone, but I couldn’t stop stealing glances at them.

As I drifted aimlessly, my gaze suddenly fell upon the gap beneath my bedroom door. A small dark red patch was slowly spreading out from under it. Bella saw it too. She froze. Her face was paler by the second, staring at the deep crimson puddle. “Enough!” Dad slammed his hand on the coffee table so hard it shook the cups, which nearly toppled over. “I’m taking Ray with me today! You are not fit to be a mother!” With that, he reached for my bedroom doorknob.

And sure enough, Kenzie's face was wet this time. Audrey wiped it off. "You don't need to worry, because it's just a small wound. Besides, getting hurt when we cook is nothing to worry about. Think of it as a sign of Mommy's love for you, Mommy's dearest children. As she said this, Audrey's heart trembled and she remembered Asha's previous words. Audrey bit her inner lip because she couldn't control her emotions at the moment.

Trisha glared at Quinn and looked away from her. "Let's go. We have a lot to talk about" she said, pulling Nate's hand. "I have a guest coming" he said. "Guest? Who is it?" She furrowed her eyebrows. "It's..." "Her name is Betsy. She's going to be his baby mama" "Are you kidding me? Baby what? No woman is going to be my brother's baby mama. It's better he adopt a child than to sleep with that Betsy" Trisha said with disgust all over her face.

Mom asked in a cracking voice. "It is quite obvious that he has been possessed by that witch," Camile spat out. "She is not a witch. Her real name is Gina Blake, and you all know her as Emelia, my kids' mother. So you should be mindful of how you disrespect her," I screamed out, but this only worsened it as both mom and Camila lashed out on me. "Enough!" Grandfather's thick voice echoed across the room. He had been seated quietly with his head rested on his cane.