Real Mom Shower Novels & Stories

I turned the TV on and told mom to go ahead and use the bathroom first. While she was in the bathroom I surfed the channels. I heard her turn on the shower. For some reason, a naked picture of mom entered my mind. I don't know why, it just did. You see, mom is 83 years old, but I don't think she looks that old. She stands about five foot tall and only weighs about a hundred pounds. She has always kept good care of herself. I heard mom turn the shower off. I went back to watching TV. It wasn't long before I heard the bathroom door open.

Erbao placed his hand on her arm to remind her to stay calm. Turning from the door, their mommy brushed out a quick sigh before she seemed to gather herself. “Hello, my loves,” she said with a smile. “Sorry. Mommy just had to step out for a moment.” “Why are you all wet?” Silas asked, playing dumb as they all blinked innocent eyes at her. Erbao watched as his mother gave an awkward laugh, running her fingers through the soaked ends of her hair. “Oh, I just decided to take a little swim - that’s all,” she replied, waving her hand in the air. “Sometimes mommies want to have some fun too.”

Mom said as she dragged me into the bathroom. “ Don't worry about a thing darling, I will handle all of it. Take your time showering, remember you won't have time to shower anymore. Scrub everywhere clean in case you know, Danny might want to_____. What am I even saying? I keep forgetting that you are pregnant ” Mom's voice called out to me from outside my bathroom door as I face panned myself. Do all mothers give such advice to their daughters on their wedding day? Gosh! And what does she mean by scrub everywhere?

Turning on the heater, I heaved a sigh of relief when the warm water flirted with my skin. "Nicole?" Mom opened my bathroom door, her light green eyes flickered with fear. "Are you okay?" I covered below my waist with my right hand and placed my thumb and middle finger on my nipples. "Mom." I whined. "Sorry." She covered her eyes. "I heard you scream." "The water was too cold." I looked at her impatiently. "Mom, I need to shower." She removed her hand from her face. "I told you I've seen you naked a thousand times. I gave birth to you."

Instead he settled on a repeat of vaguely funny sitcom; it wasn’t what he’d have chosen for the weekend, but, he supposed, he’d soon be leaving for college and so spending time with his Mom now would make up for lost time later. The shower went silent. Surprisingly the door opened only half a minute later, as Ryan had expected his Mom to follow his example and get changed in the room (though now he noted it, she hadn’t taken in a change of clothes). Out came his Mom, clad only in towel wrapped round her upper body, down to her thighs, her long blonde hair dripping wet down her back. He blushed and tried not to look, though his Mom seemed impervious to his embarrassment, but instead took a se

Aryan's POV " You haven't showered yet , girls are about to finish up, looks like the soon to be bride has to wait for the groom here ." My mom snickered. She was obsessed with making this engagement extravagant, although there would be only family and friends. No media. " Yeah Mom. Can you check once more for the rings please. " She nodded patting my cheeks as a five year old before strolling out my room.

My heart began to thump uncontrollably. “Who are you?” I finally asked after recovering from the shock. “I’m Malcolm Blake’s baby mama. And who are you and what are you doing in my man’s house?” she fired, now glaring at me. “What!"

Not wanting to bicker with his grandfather and lose more of his energy, he directly headed to his room. "Where are you going? Don't you want to have dinner?" Mother Mo screamed behind him like a typical mother. "Mom, let me have a shower first. I will have dinner after that," Leaving his word behind, Mo Sheng entered his room. Now Mo Sheng just hoped that everything would return to normal soon, and he would be freed from these strenous works.

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?"