Real Mom Shower Novels & Stories

After days in the hospital, the prospect of a real, normal shower was more appealing than any gourmet meal. I excused myself quickly, eager for the cleansing solitude. I headed through the mansion to my parents' old bedroom, where the shower was more like a rain room. The space was luxurious, with shower heads lining the walls, offering a downpour from every angle, and a bench in the center to sit.

I grabbed a soft sponge and started scrubbing my body. Mother was very busy these days and I rarely saw her. Coronation ceremony arrangements were more time consuming than the birthday arrangements. I let go and go deeper under the water before coming out of it and sighing. "That's the thing with bathtubs you still have to rinse off in the shower. " I hear my mother say and I wonder if it was the answering machine leaving a prerecorded call. I turned to see her standing in the flesh and I smiled in joy. "Look who is happy to see me" she says as if shocked and I mock glare.

“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.

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.

She smiled already trying to get up. "Come on mom you know you can't do that. Bath me? Hahaha that's crazy" I said laughing a bit. "What's crazy about that? I'm your mother Rhoda and I gave birth to you, bath you from infact till you grew of age so what's there to hide from your mother precious daughter?" She asked pretending to wipe imaginary tears off her eyes. "Mom I'm not hiding anything from you but bathing me, hahaha that's funny to me so just help me pack my things" I said walking into the bathroom.

It has been a month since that day back in the playroom. Just as Clay had ordered, I rode his cock. And I did have fun being in control. The way he moaned my name was priceless. Today is our baby shower and I'm not looking toward to it, well I am, but Clay's mother is gonna be there and y'all know we don't get along. My doms are at the venue, making sure everything's okay, while I'm here just chilling.

Once again, she tried to steer the crowd's attention back to me. She was ready to burn everything down, but I didn't care. When Mom realized I wasn't reacting, she had no idea how to continue her performance. Once the two of them were finished with their little duet, I spoke up calmly, "I think that's my line, Mom." I connected my phone to the massive screen in the lobby to play the footage of Ellie and Mom's conversation by the gates that day. The camera clearly captured their unusually bloated faces. When Mom saw herself on the screen, her complexion drained instantly.

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?"

The dildo plooped out of mom's pussy. "Son, I think I am officially fucked out." "Shower?" I ask, getting off the bed. "Good idea," Mom replied. The house had a roomy outdoor shower. As we bathed each other, Mom explained that we were heading home and that she needed to be ready for Dad. As Mom put the nozzle of the showerhead at her butt, I got it. Well, she could still blow me on the way home.

Sometimes for no reason at all. "Close your eyes," Mom warned before rinsing out all the shampoo. After Mom applied conditioner and rinsed it out, I dried my eyes on the corner of a towel. Mom then passed me a scrubber and I squeezed some coconut and lime shower gel onto it and slathered it between my hands. "What does Dad think about Gran coming to live here?" I asked, wondering what he thought about his human mother-in-law coming to live in a town full of werewolves. She angled the shower head over my body as I washed, adjusting the flow of water to a soft trickle so as not to hurt my wounds.