Real Mom Shower Novels & Stories

"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.

There was indeed he and his father, but the other two people, were not his family, although Kenzie wished they could be family. But Kenzie nodded in response. "Wow, your mom is beautiful. She must be proud to have a son as smart as Kenzie." Miss Stacey rubbed Kenzie's head and smiled at her before she left Kenzie alone again. Kenzie immediately looked at the painting again. For all he knew, the woman in the painting was Alea's mother. Because she looked exactly like her. Kenzie couldn't understand why his father had drawn Alea's mother and written the word 'Mommy'.

She can't wait to get the one million after giving birth to the child. "Nine months, just nine months" Betsy murmured as she walked into her room. She sat down on her bed brought out her phone. She went to the search engine and and started typing some words. "How to... Give birth in less than nine months..." She muttered as she typed. . . Paige left the office when it was 4pm. She took a bus home and finally arrived. She wanted to see the surprise Zane had for her. She felt guilty pushing him away from herself.

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.

"I just hope I look as good as you when I'm your age. You're a hot mum." "Thank you, Jody," said mum as she stepped into the shower. I watched her for a few seconds, then wrapped myself in a towel and stepped out of the bathroom.