Showering With My Mom Novels & Stories

My mum smiles and exits the room, shutting the door behind her. I quickly pull off my pajamas and dash into the bathroom. I turn on the shower, settling into the bathtub. The smoke of the heat from the warm water spread around me, seeping into my skin. I take my time to wash my body delicately before rinsing off. Done, I step out of the shower and towel-dry my body.

Pov {violet} The cold shower had sent me to a plane of peace , all I thought of under the shower was the beautiful memories of been a child when mother had moved to Oklahoma from Texas, that was the most amazing memories I hadbecause father wasn't there to hurt us , it was just me, mother and the mini bungalow Nana left for her. “a cold shower always makes you feel better’’ mother had said on our arrival and she didn’t lie. Cold showers with lavender wash had always fixed mother after every altercation with father and it has also fixed me many more times than I could count and here I m again under the cols water running down my skin.

During a holiday, when I told my mother that my boyfriend would be coming to my house, her expression darkened. Tears welled up in her eyes as she touched my face and said in a hoarse voice, “Oh my God... Thank God you’re still alive. “Do you remember what day this is? This time, I’m not letting you die.” She acted as if she were possessed and screamed at me hysterically, “He’s a serial killer! We’ll all die if he comes today. Last time around, I was the only one left!” I believed her. I broke up with him and called the police to have him arrested. I let out a sigh of relief as I watched him get taken away, and my mother revealed a triumphant smile. She then said calmly, “That’s that.

Today was a Sunday. As soon as I opened the door, I saw Julian holding onto a large photo album. He acted casually, slipping through the door crack and sat on the couch. It was as if he had forgotten that he had called me to beg for his forgiveness the last time he was here. Julian flipped open the photo album and pulled me over. "Look, Mommy—this was when I was still in your tummy! And this was when I was just born! Aren't I cute? Grandma said I was the cutest baby in the entire hospital!"

I felt like a dandelion fluff lifted gently by the wind, floating up light and weightless until I could see that small body lying on the bed below. The wrinkled uniform hung loose on her frame, her face pale as paper, her lips tinged with an unnatural bluish-purple, and there was dried bile at the corner of her mouth while her hand still clutched the toy car. Just then, Mom pushed the door open. I was staring down at my own hands, realizing they were transparent now with light passing right through them. I could even see Beau's photo right through them. Mom did not even glance at my body on the bed and walked straight to the desk instead. She picked up Beau's photo and wiped it over and over

Mother asked. I wanted to disappear. "Mom shopped for me. I haven't even looked at them." I told her. "Oh, okay. Then I should go out with my friends." "Sounds good." I told her, smiling at her. "We have a match this evening. Wanna come to see us, kid?" Jasper asked. "What match?" I took a sip of my milkshake. I love the raisins in it. "Basketball," "I'm in." I smiled at them. My eyes met his golden eyes.

She asked with looks that seemed as if she was about to cry. " Can I do it for my mommy?" Beauty asked again while the rest of them hurriedly walked up. " Can I carry the water for mommy?" Kia asked. " No! I want to do that for mommy!" Kia asked again." No, kids, it's fine. I will make sure to do that myself okay? Just get me a towel" she said while the three of them rushed off to find the towel. They all loved their mother and would not want anything to happen to her.

With half of my body still reeling with fear and confusion from Xavier's uncommon disappearance, I tightened the tone of my voice to sound calm. “What's that darling?” I asked as I got up from the chair and moved close to the bed. As I neared it, she rolled in my direction as she cried, “A tummy aches. It aches.” I rushed over to the other side of the bed as I carrie and asked her, “Do you want to go take a shower, it'll help reduce the heat before I give you some medicine.” She shook her little head and I moved closer to the bathroom. I walked over to the door and pulled it open and stepped inside the room and I led her into the shower, undid her clothes, and turned on the cold shower on he

The moan was one of pure ecstasy, and it only grew louder as I approached. The voice sounded familiar… I knew that voice anywhere. Fueled with rage, I pushed open the door. I caught Mom lying in bed. The back of her blouse was pushed up, exposing a patch of skin. Bryan sat on the edge of the bed, his hand still on Mom’s back. Mom turned over and sat up. Her forehead was damp with sweat, and her cheeks flushed. She seemed flustered about seeing me.

Hayes. "Filthy. They send these kids up out of the mountains crawling with filth." She'd yanked my dress off and dragged me by the hair into the bathtub, then shoved my head under the water. The water had been scalding, and the bristles of the scrub brush dragged across my back. I'd flinched. She pressed down on my shoulder and scrubbed harder. The showerhead banged into my back, and I started crying. "Stop squirming, you little stray. I don't know how you have the nerve to come back here."