Showering With My Mom Novels & Stories

Soap, flower scented and creamy in color. The room was cleaner than I had been in weeks. Mom forced me into the bathtub and I hugged my knees to my chest, sitting down. Everything that Jake had told me was making me see my mother in a different light now. She turned on the shower and I screeched when the freezing water hit my dirty skin. "That's what you get for being a damn brat," mom told me sternly, and pointed the showerhead in my face. I started crying, the hot tears almost a relief compared to the ice-cold water that she was spraying me with. My skin erupted in goosebumps as she washed me like it was a chore, her hands rough when she tugged and pulled on my hair.

He shivered violently and quickly slammed the door shut again. Still standing behind the glass, he gave Brandon a video call and aimed the camera at me. Suddenly, he started crying. "Daddy! Mommy froze to death… Come home, Daddy. I'm scared! "Daddy, now that I don't have a mom anymore, can you take Ms. Cole home to be my new mom?" … "Mommy! Are you even listening to me?" Archie's impatient voice yanked me out of my memories of my past life and back into the present.

Blondie and his friends whistled at me, leering and muttering dirty words under their breath. Fear welled up inside me. I rushed into the bathroom, slammed the door, and immediately dialed my mom. The call finally connected. "Mom, help me—" I began. Before I could get a word out, she cut me off angrily, "Nina Graham, I can't believe this! You're always trying to scheme your way around things. Deep down, you just want something without earning it, and I will not let this slide!" She hung up before I could respond. I called back frantically, but no one answered.

My mother is a powerhouse, but she somehow ends up with me, a coward with claustrophobia. "What claustrophobia? You're just being dramatic!" In order to help me "desensitize," she builds a pitch-black, soundproof room in the house. In elementary school, I scream and cry in terror the first time she locks me inside, and she punishes me by not letting me eat for three days. In middle school, I try harder to hold it together and only let out a few quiet whimpers, but she makes me kneel in the snow for a full day and night. I tough it out all the way through senior year, telling myself that getting into college and leaving home will fix everything. But on the day of my acceptance party, sh

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."

exclaimed Mom with enthusiasm as they made their way out the door to start getting ready. I reluctantly pout, knowing that I have no choice but to comply. As I slowly sit up and make my way to the edge of my bed, my parents exit the room. I proceed to the bathroom, eager to cleanse myself with the delightful aroma of vanilla scented body scrub. After a refreshing shower, I step out and carefully dry myself off before wrapping a soft towel around my body.

She questioned. “Oh… He was over by the ring a moment ago.” My Mother nodded and walked away in search of my father. Relieved to finally make it to the showers, I took off my training shorts and tossed them into my gym bag. I turned on the shower and stepped under the flow of the stream. I like my showers cold after a training session. It re-energizes me.

“Too hot?” She shakes her head. “Just right.” She holds my arm for balance, even though she doesn’t need it, and I hold her as she lowers herself, her tight little body making my cock strain as she disappears under the suds. I uncuff my shirt as she watches, roll up my sleeves before I dip the jug in the water between her legs. She sits up instinctively, tipping her head back ready for me to wet her hair. “Mum used to do this,” she tells me. “Only sometimes, when I was little. We didn’t have a shower.” She closes her eyes as I tip the jug. “That feels really nice.”

mom shouted from outside the bathroom door. "No, I am good." Shouting back at her I did my business and went to the shower to turn on the faucet and regulate the water heater. Taking off the hospital clothes, I got inside the shower and duck my head under the water and just enjoyed the feeling of warm water relaxing my muscles. After a few mins just relaxing I took my shampoo and washed my hair. I heard the knock on the door and mom's voice "Are you ok in there, darling?" "Yeah, I'm ok mom, will be out in a few just to finish up," I shouted back.

The dildo plooped out of mom's pussy. "Son, I think I am officially fucked out." "Shower?" I ask, getting off the bed. "Good idea," Mom replied. The house had a roomy outdoor shower. As we bathed each other, Mom explained that we were heading home and that she needed to be ready for Dad. As Mom put the nozzle of the showerhead at her butt, I got it. Well, she could still blow me on the way home.