Showering With Friends Mom Novels & Stories

she said, opening her eyes slightly. “What? No. I can’t do that. I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but Bran and I aren’t friends anymore,” I said. “What does this have to do with Bran? Let me just call her, I know you’re just shy,” my mom reached for her phone. I snatched it out of her hand. “I’m not going to go take a shower at our neighbor’s house, Mom. It’s embarrassing,” I said. “Why? I literally just took a shower there a few minutes ago. Okay, take my keys and drive to Margery’s house then,” she said.

They all laugh a little too loud and start shushing each other. “Does anyone need water?” I offer. “Yes. You. You stink.” Mom says and makes a face. “Thanks Mom. I’ll be back to check on you three in a sec.” I head to my shower and let the water run over me, shutting off my brain. I dry off and pull on clean boxers and pajama shorts. I go to grab a bottle of water from the fridge before heading to bed. “Oooo showing off your abs for your girlfriend?” Aunt Darla says, earning a round of quiet laughter from Mom and Cammie.

Patricia decided to take a shower after I was done, despite the willingness I was offering to share a shower to preserve water. I hear a light tap on my old bedroom door, and then my mother enters, hitting the wall with the basketball hoop that hangs from the back of the door. "Sweetie, did everyone have a good time?" "Yeah, thanks for everything Mom." "I sure do like Patricia, Cassandra too. She's a doll."

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.

Alyssa freezes mid-step, a tiny frown forming as she studies my face way too closely. Oh no. Here we go. "What happened?" she asks, her voice soft but sharp with that stern mom voice she's developed. I wave her off so fast I'm basically swatting at the air. "Nothing. I just think instead of drowning in clothes all night, we should take advantage of the fact that my family-oriented besties are actually free for once." Chelsea arches a brow. "But we didn't bring anything to wear." I gesture to the room like I'm presenting a damn department store. "Shit, pick something. No excuses. C'mon—I wanna have fun with my girls."

I say. "My father would love to kill you!" I grimace. I let her rise from the bed and go to the bathroom, still lit. She walks gracefully and steps into the shower, tying her hair up high to avoid getting it wet. I don't want to interrupt what she's doing, so I quietly watch as she starts to shower, running the soapy sponge over her body. The scene is so erotic, but there's no invitation there.

Lisa said as I sniffed the air before turning on the shower to take my bath, regulating it to my desired temperature. “That’s what I can do,” I said with a smile, biting my lips as I took off my clothes. The water gave a sizzling feeling as it rained down my body. I moaned as delved into the pleasure of cleaning myself after another tiring day. I walked down the stairs to find Mom sitting with her face on the television. I knew she was watching a soap opera. “Where did they go to?” “Your father went for one of his meetings, and your mate went to stroll the pack. Maybe to know our people more,” she said without taking her eyes off the television.

I turn on the shower, the sound of the water drowning out my spiraling thoughts. --- By the time I join my mom in the kitchen, I’m somewhat composed. The shower did its job, and I’ve swapped Caspian’s shirt for something that doesn’t scream walk of shame. My mom’s humming to herself as she flips pancakes, the smell of butter and syrup filling the air.

“Good, I'll make arrangements for a plus one for you then. Have a good day at work today and please try to reach out to Dad okay?” I nodded and she hugged me before turning to leave. I let out a long breath, wondering what to do to get out of this mess. I needed a shower, the fog the coffee had cleared my mother just brought it back with her talks on marriage. I entered the shower and turned it on letting the hot water cascade down my body and lathered soap. The picture of River came to my mind and tried to shake it away but it wouldn't leave. “I wonder what I have to do to freaking get you out of my head.” I said through my teeth in fustration. I quickly rinsed off the soap and turned off t

My mom shook her head and said, "Zach, you better come too. Let me check you out too." They left and Damien, Leah and I were still laughing. Leah said, "She is right, you know. You two have always done everything together. I would love to have a friend that close." I said, "You do. You and my mom have been through everything together too." She said, "You know, you're right. I never thought of that." She continued, "How's the pain level?" I said, "None. I just want to get my strength back." She said, "Well, I see no reason why you couldn't do that at home. How would you like to get out of here today instead of tomorrow? We can take that feeding tube out, now that you've kept a couple meals do