Real Mom Shower Novels & Stories

Mom was in a rather youthful attire, wearing a pair of high-waisted hot pants today. Despite being in her forties, Mom still had the body of a 20-year-old, probably because she only had me. She exuded the charm of a mature lady. That was probably why Bryan screwed her. “I need a word with you, Carys,” Mom uttered out of the blue. I was still shell-shocked by it all. She took a glance at Bryan. “I’m pregnant.” I dropped my plate with a plop. Getting down to the floor, I immediately picked up the broken shards while my mind replayed what Mom had just said.

Nope. We all are shameless pranksters. What else do you think would have made them look away or better, go away than to stay and tease me till I died of embarrassment. “That was so hot !” Mom squealed in excitement and fanned her hand over her cheeks to show the hotness gesture. Does she even realize she watched something so close to live p**n and that too with her son cumming like an uncontrollable sex starved teenager in front of her ? “Mommm what the hell ?!” I shouted, my cheeks going over ripe with embarrassment.

To which Doona frowned at her. Mrs. Matron started laughing then stopped. "Would you like to meet my manager? That would be my mother. Unfortunately, your eight years too late; she's already with the lord." She then flipped open her magazine and continued to read it. Mrs. Matron licked her finger then flipped a page. "Just borrow your neighbour's shower, for now, I'll post an ad and get someone to look at your shower." She responded coyly.

Her being intimidated earlier was now gone, making her realize that his parents were warm, nice, and kind people. "Welcome to the family, hija. We've been looking forward to meeting you since Ira told us about your intimate wedding in Japan." "Thank you, ma'am," Chloe politely denoted. "Call me Mommy from now on," Helena assured her and added, "your mom-in-law wants to have a solid bond with you, sweetheart. I hope you don't mind." Shaking her head, she said, "None at all, M-mommy." "Anyway, congratulations to the new momma! I am excited to see your baby bump swelling gorgeously."

The woman, who was visibly pregnant, said arrogantly, “Do I really need to check in with a janitor just to visit my own mother’s company?” Lilian laughed awkwardly and said, “That’s not what I meant. You’re so far along now. If you’d just let me know, I could’ve had Raymond come keep you company, you know?” The woman did not bother to respond and simply got off the elevator first on her own. The video ended there. The barrage of comments instantly knew what was going on, and the harsh comments grew even more intense. [The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree. Look at that attitude! Is that how you talk to an elder?!]

Shawn stared right at the screen. He wanted to see Molly appear. He wanted to see what kind of woman she was! Even Joe's hands were sweating at that moment. It was way too tense of a moment. Gale, don't appear on screen! Otherwise, it would be pandemonium! The host asked, "Joshua's mother? Where are you? Wave at us, please." The camera kept on sweeping through everyone. However, no one stood up in the end. Joshua said, "My mommy is shy. You don't have to look for her! I still have a lot to say. I can tell her when I go home!"

"All I want to do is fuck. Is it still hard? I can't feel anything, I'm so wet inside." "Your cable's out," Mom told us, reappearing as if by magic. "I'm missing my show." "We have to go," Shelly said, coming to her senses finally. "After we take a shower. My butt's feeling neglected." "Oh." I nodded, knowing what she meant.

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!

She slowly stepped on the wooden floor and went past the living room to the next hallway where the shower is located. She noticed that the shower room's door was open. The light from the room bounced to the wall next to it and a shadow of a person was also formed on the wall up to the floor. She recognized the shape abruptly. It is probably her mom and her dad, preparing her bath together. She happily jumped and suppressed her voice as much as possible to surprise them.

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.