Showering With My Mom Novels & Stories

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.

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.

I let out a sigh, the love and warmth spreading throughout my chest at the feeling I had at the moment. In those moments, mom was just mine and I was just hers. After a while, mom and I went straight to the bathroom and showered together. I got too excited once more and so we ended up doing it again. I couldn’t help it. She was impossible not to get excited about. Although we did it faster this time as Mom said she had to get back and see our baby Amy quickly. With a sigh and a laugh, I granted Mom’s wish, our bathroom activity ending quicker than I had personally wished.

My mom said to me. "Good morning mommy," I reply and sit beside her. "Ew, you should take a shower before you come downstairs. Go go." I whine but my mom forces me to. I lazily walk to my room back and take a shower. After a few minutes, I am finally done with showering and now I am back sitting beside my mom. "Here you go, I need to go now. You take care of him." I was quite shocked when she said that but it's not going to be a problem with me because I often take care of this boy.

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.

After I had finished, mom met me in the hall and with an embarrassed look on her face asked, "Why don't you join me in the shower, baby?" I smiled at her blush and nodded, making mom beam as she took my hand and led me into her shower. In the shower, we played around a little, but for the most part, we didn't get overly playful. We both seemed to enjoy soaping and rubbing each other's bodies as we admired our naked bodies.

Was it not normal for me to have women’s undergarments? Right then, Susan trembled as she said, “Mom, I’m scared. This isn’t the first time he’s done this!” At this point, Mom was also convinced. She looked at me with disappointment. “Reese, you’ve disappointed me. Just leave and never come back again! “You’re not our son!”

Mom immediately came running in through the back door, beaming. She reached out and took my hand. "Come on. Let's go to the toilet together." I slowly rose to my feet and glanced at the professor, Mr. Darren Conrad. "Just stop here and wait for me to come back." The classroom erupted in chaos. "What the heck is going on? Is Shawn Larson out of his mind?" "I'd heard that he was a notorious mama's boy, and everyone knew about it. He even needs his mom to help him shower and pull his underwear on!"

Her eyes darted around, never daring to look at Dad. Dad sat beside her like an iron tower, silent, but the pressure he gave off felt like a storm about to break, the atmosphere in the room turning cold. I sat obediently on a small stool, swinging my short legs, even humming a nursery rhyme our kindergarten teacher had just taught us. “What are you singing?” Mary suddenly asked, her voice hoarse. I smiled sweetly at her. “The one my teacher taught us. It’s called My Good Mom.” Mary’s face turned paper-white in an instant.

She happily clapped her hands and told me to get ready as well. “There’s another bathroom in my room. Go and freshen up.” “Okay Mom,” I said, taking the dress along with me. . Two hours later, we were outside in the open, exploring the wonders of Brook Wave pack. Mom got Derby and I to take pictures around the pack, as we did interesting activities together. We visited the water fall she spoke about and it was amazing. I felt my body jitter when we saw a rainbow at the top. It was so beautiful to behold.