Showering With Friends Mom Novels & Stories

her mother announced. That’s great. I love how y’all take occasional trips just to relax and have fun,” Aly acknowledged. “ You should try this with Khloe and Davina sometime. It helps take your mind off whatever you’re going through. Just relax, sip on cocktails and shake your asses on a yacht,” “ Mom!” Aly exclaimed, being shy. “ That’s what we do, baby girl.” She winked at her. Aly couldn’t picture her mom with her friends shaking their asses on their yacht.

"Yes, yes, yes!" I moaned. "Oh, my fucking god! Drench me!" They drenched me. They showered me in their cum. They hosed me down with all their passion. It was so hot being soaked by them. I loved every second of their spunk raining down on me. It was just so wild to have them splashing me with their passion. "Oh, Carter!" Mom howled in the background as my brother and Jarrod drenched me in spunk. She climaxed. "Yes!"

She chatted to me all the way there, relaying stories about sharks and turtles and one about her friend’s dad who missed a step and had to go to the first aid station to have his ankle wrapped. She told me the story from start to finish, including how the dad loved cycling and how sad her friend was that they weren’t able to go cycling together that next weekend. “They go every weekend, mommy. It’s their thing and they couldn’t do it.” Heart wrenching sadness flashed in her eyes. It was only there for a moment, but it bugged me. Was she sad because her friend hadn’t been able to go cycling with her dad for one weekend, or because she never would?

Both my friend and I watched mom as she walked upstairs. My mom has always been like this. She always loves to tease me to match me to my best friend—Chris. I'm used to it and I just disregard it every time. Chris is so much like a brother to me that I'm not embarrassed or self-conscious about showing up to him in the morning without having showered or even put on any makeup. “Let me take, at least, my breakfast first before we go, will that be alright? Because I don’t want to go on a drive with a hungry tummy,” I continued telling Chris.

I chuckle at her as I kiss her forehead before placing mine against hers. “Thanks mom, I really needed this.” She waves me off as she leads me towards the bathroom. Pushing me inside. “Shower, now missy. I will get your clothes.” She shuts the door behind me as I laugh at her behaviour. My mom is far more scary than either of my dad’s. I strip off the clothes and turn the shower on. Pulling my hair from the hair tie as it sticks to the top of my head. Yeah, I’m disgusting right now.

She used the towel to dry my hair. "You are good to go now." She told me and I stood up. I smiled at her. "Thank you so much." I told her. "It's nothing." "That was cool, right?" Loans asked me and I nodded cheerfully. I showed her my teeth. Sophia was next. "I told you, right?" "Yes." My mom came outside when Mom was washing Aunty Kira's hair. "What's happening here?" She asked in confusion. "We are having a local spa time." Loana answered her.

My butt was the biggest of all my features, and it reminded me of the playful teasing from my friends back home. The bathroom was luxurious, with a large Jacuzzi tub and a separate, spacious shower. I decided to go for the shower, wanting to get clean quickly. The showerhead was a state-of-the-art rainfall model, and the water pressure was perfect. It felt like a warm embrace, washing away the grime and some of the sorrow.

She smiles and leaves me to it. I turn the knob like she said and feel the water. "Ouch!" Okay to hot. A little to the right. There, that's perfect. I strip down and throw my clothes in the trash and get in the shower. I wish we had been allowed to use showers back home. This feels amazing. My mom would have loved this. She had long hair down to her knees and always had trouble keeping it cleaned since all we were allowed was one bar of soap between the four of us. Once every two or three weeks we'd get a new bar.

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.

Mom rolled her eyes at me and followed me in. I stepped into the waiting hot shower in the mud room rinsing off. When I was finished mom handed me a towel. “There’s a bath waiting for you upstairs. Shave and exfoliate! You never know you might meet your mate tonight.” She winked. “As if.” I wrapped myself up and stomped upstairs. “What’s all the commotion? Did you roll in the mud again?” My dad hollered down the hall from his office. “You know it!” I said enthusiastically.