Showering With My Mom Novels & Stories

I didn't want to leave Mom and Dad. The hot water began pouring in again. I curled into a ball, desperately covering my mouth despite wanting to shout at the top of my lungs for help. Instead, I ended up chewing up my palm and not daring to make a sound. My scalded hair now swam across the washing machine. Sorry, Mom. I dirtied your washing machine. My consciousness began to blur, yet in that moment, I still couldn't understand why Mom repeatedly got upset with me, even though I had tried my very best.

"Please come back, Claire. I'll never scold you again. I'll never tell you that you're embarrassing me and giving everyone a chance to ridicule me ever again. You can do whatever you want. I'll let you have your way. Just come back, please." I floated in my room and watched her. My heart ached, but I didn't shed any tears. After all, crying was a luxury that was reserved for the living. I thought about when I was younger—when Dad was still alive. Mom hadn't been like this. In the past, Mom would smile as she braided my hair. She would serve me braised ribs. She would pick me up whenever I fell down and gently blow on my wound, telling me that it didn't hurt anymore.

The ink bled, but the words were still readable. [Mom went bankrupt today, and I'm really scared. Those people looked dangerous, like they might hurt us. However, Mom said I'm her only hope, so I have to be brave. I can't cry. I wish Dad were here. He would know what to do. Still, it's okay. I'll protect Mom, just like she protected me when I was little.]

I retorted, "Your mom's health started failing quite a while back. I told you about it several times before, but you were just too busy taking care of the 'terminally-ill' Phillip to heed my words. That's why you were unaware of her situation for so long! "That day, I called you when the doctors were performing emergency treatment on her. However, you only picked up after multiple calls, and even then, you barely spoke to me before running off to soak in the hot springs with Phillip! Have you forgotten about that?"

I was starving but I didn't want to go inside the kitchen, mum hates seeing me in the kitchen. I planned to go out to look for a job this afternoon, but first of all I needed to clean up, a cold shower is exactly what I need right now. I undressed in a rush and stepped into the shower. I enjoyed the way the water cascaded over me, it was like the water was drowning away all my worries and fear. I shut my eyes as I let my mind wonder to when things used to be good, when my mother and father were still together. A tear drop slipped down my cheeks.

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.

I grabbed a soft sponge and started scrubbing my body. Mother was very busy these days and I rarely saw her. Coronation ceremony arrangements were more time consuming than the birthday arrangements. I let go and go deeper under the water before coming out of it and sighing. "That's the thing with bathtubs you still have to rinse off in the shower. " I hear my mother say and I wonder if it was the answering machine leaving a prerecorded call. I turned to see her standing in the flesh and I smiled in joy. "Look who is happy to see me" she says as if shocked and I mock glare.

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.

She turned on the spray and pointed it at me. “What are you doing?” I shrieked. The water was cold. “You’ve wallowed long enough,” mom said. “It’s time you rejoin the land of the living. And it starts with a shower. You stink.” She pulled the loofa off the shelf and squirted shower gel into it. “You gonna wash yourself or do I need to do it?”

I took a long hot shower. When I got out, I grabbed a towel and opened the bathroom door. Mom was right there, naked as the day she was born. I had a struggle to keep my eyes from wandering over her body. She smiled at me and said, "My turn?" I nodded my head and she stepped into the shower. It had been a long day, and we'd had a great time. I laid in bed and, almost instantly, started to fall asleep.