Showering With My Mom Novels & Stories

He hit the floor hard on his knees, tears pouring down his face in endless streams. "Helena, you…" Mom stumbled toward the bed, her hand shaking as she stretched it out and pressed her trembling fingers under my nose. There was no breath at all. As if burned, she yanked her hand back. She froze for two seconds, then grabbed my shoulders and shook me like a woman possessed. "Helena, stop pretending to be asleep! Wake up! I really did bring the money back—just open your eyes and look at me!" My head swayed left and right with her shaking, like a marionette whose strings had been cut.

The same relatives who'd been toasting Grandpa and fawning over Mom minutes earlier turned on them faster than anyone, tripping over themselves to point fingers and distance themselves from the family. A heavy thud cut through the chaos. Grandpa collapsed, clutching his chest, and fell to the floor. The ballroom descended into total pandemonium. Mom and Uncle Keith crumpled to the ground where they stood, completely limp. In the middle of it all, Mom spotted me. She crawled over on her hands and knees, sobbing and begging. "Sawyer... Sawyer, I was wrong. I know it now, I swear. "Talk to your father for me, please. We're family! You can't just stand there and watch your own mother go to priso

She touched his arm lightly. Daggy moved to check on Britty, who had fallen into a deeper sleep, her small chest rising and falling in the peaceful rhythm of childhood. She looked so much like Dynan it was almost painful, from the shape of her nose to the way her hair curled at the edges. "Daggy?" Lincoln's voice pulled her back to the present. "Mom called though, she told me about the shop incident. Are you okay? "I'm fine," she said quietly, smoothing down Britty's hair. "Those men at the shop really shook me up."

After I turn five years of age and have my very own phone, I start receiving strange messages every single day. For some reason, the sender keeps referring to me as their mom. At 3:00 am, they send me another message. "Mom, I saw you in my dreams again. The rain is seeping into the attic. My stepmom told me to use a rag to soak up all the water, but the rag is too small. Even though I tried to wipe it up all night, it still wouldn't dry. Mom, I'm so cold and hungry. I miss you so much…" I tilt my head, looking at the rain pouring outside the window. I then earnestly reply, "Don't be scared, sweetheart. Where are you right now? I will bring you something yummy!"

“Yep, you are old. All you need is a stick to help you walk.” Mom sat on the floor and shook her head. “I'll get you someday.” “Yeah, sure,” I mocked. “You better…” she said, gasping. “Watch your back.” Flashing her my white teeth felt so satisfying. What a pleasure it was to troll my mom. “I don't need to.” We laughed and sat still for a couple of minutes, watching the sunset. Then, we headed to our separate chambers. I went to my room and took a cold shower to wash my skin. My new strawberry bubble soap made me stay longer in the bathroom.

The more my reflection stares back at me the more I realize I look like a younger version of my mother and I suddenly wish that she was here with me since I miss her so much sometimes it hurts. I notice tears welling up in my eyes as quickly wipe them away avoiding breaking down. My face looks flushed as I sigh discarding the used wipes into the trash can as I strip naked to shower and clean myself up. I step into the shower as the hot water runs down my skin and I sigh completely enjoying the feeling as I go ahead and start washing my hair. I spend almost an hour in the shower cleaning up and once I am done, I throw on a pair of sleeping shorts and a T-shirt.

He jumped in the car and sped off. A few minutes after he said he was going to the shower, our team picked six. The cornerback intercepted and ran it back 89 yards, turning the game around. I was so excited I ran upstairs to the walk-in shower to tell dad. As I poked my head in with the great news, I was thunderstruck. I hadn't known that dad ran out for wine, or that mom had decided to take a break from baking and grab a shower. But there she was. As the steamy water cascaded down, I was there with my mouth agape. My mother stood in the altogether. The hair that normally was in a tight bun (straight from the 19th century) was free, long, and luxuriant. Her beautiful face now seemed in conte

my mother warns me and I take a deep sigh. Knowing that he is not joking, he forces me to undress, because the last thing I want is for my mother to enter a small space with me, where she tries to bathe me as if I were a baby. So, I end up going into the shower, where I let the artificial rain shower me. Being in the shower, I drop the tears that show so much pain, these mix with the artificial water that falls on my body. Completely naked, I am moistened by the water for quite a few minutes, but, my mother does not let me try to leave with the water, because she goes into the shower and turns it off to take a glove and fill it with the liquid soap that I like so much.

she said indignantly with a smirk. ********************* It was a beautiful Saturday morning, the fresh air was filled with the aura of the morning dew. Riley shrugged herself from bed, feeling exhausted and dazed to the washroom. A few minutes later, she came out feeling refreshed and went downstairs "Dad....." she called out with a smile on seeing her dad who was deeply drawn into a newspaper in the living room "Yes....dear.., up already? he replied slightly raising his eyes from the paper. "Yes dad...and I missed you so much," she added as she went over and hung her arms around her dad

I couldn’t bring myself to care enough to stop. When we finally got home, I went straight to my room, mumbling something about homework and needing to rest my feet. Mom looked a little disappointed but nodded, saying she’d call me down for dinner later. The second my door closed, I pulled out my phone and scrolled through the messages again, my free hand slipping under my waistband almost on instinct. I was soaked. I rubbed my clit slowly, biting back moans as I reread his words, imagining him bending me over right there while Mom was downstairs.