Stepmom Shower Novels & Stories

"Stop being so dramatic. Plus, these are my aunt's. She takes care of me and my brothers. I wanted to pay the tuition by myself because she already does so many things for us and I don’t wanna be a bigger burden.” Carter nodded. “Fair enough. By the way, are your parents no longer in the picture?” I shook my head. “I’m glad.” Carter offered me one of his gorgeous smiles which I returned. Then I spun around to twist the key in the lock and opened the entrance door. As soon as we walked into the hall three small human beings rushed towards us, stopping a few centimeters away from Carter and looking up at us curiously. "Hi there!" Carter cooed friendly, waving at my brothers who just looked bac

"Mom! Don't ruin your dress! Besides, I've been driving for hours and I stink of sweat." She laughed. "It's fine, honey. Oh, but hurry and get in the shower, I'll get your outfit ready. Hurry!" I dropped my small travel bag and let Mom push me into the bathroom. It was a fancy hotel room with a fancy looking bathroom larger than my bedroom. I had a little too much fun in the shower, and Mom was ready for me with the clothes, accessories and make-up when I got out. She was running a little late, so I had her go ahead. The wedding wasn't so far away that I couldn't get myself over there just fine.

I never thought a simple shower would destroy every boundary I had left and turn me into a cheating, dripping mess for my boyfriend’s father. Steam hung thick and heavy in the luxurious walk-in shower of the King family’s master bathroom, turning the glass walls into frosted mirrors. Hot water pounded down on my naked skin like warm rain, easing the ache in my muscles after another long shift at the café. I was twenty years old, temporarily living in my boyfriend Leo’s house while he finished his sophomore year at college three states away. His mother had been gone for years after the ugly divorce, leaving just me and his dad, Jeremy King, alone in this sprawling suburban mansion that sudden

My guy friends and I want to show coach how determined we are to make the win this weekend. “Hey,” I hear my stepmom’s voice from down the wide hallway. She has just come out of her room. “Did Roxy get home alright? I haven’t seen her yet,” she says. My stepmom is a good-looking woman, with golden hair that she wears in a bob cut to her shoulders and a slender body from all the Pilates she does. I shrug my shoulders. “Yeah, the brat is in her room.” “Don’t talk about Roxy like that. Honestly, when are you two going to start getting along?”

the shower room to get rinsed off and dressed which on the trip to the shower room we decided to just head home to order some take out and watch the Newest Season of Stranger things which we found to be addicting since the plot always had a twist to it and was keeping us on your toes. I go into the shower as did my mother we are conversing with one another when we hear a door open in the shower room, my mother went silent as she turned her shower off and wrapped herself in her towel and snuck into my shower stall, she told me to stay quiet and not to make a sound because she didn’t know who was in the shower room with us. We both stayed silent when we heard someone talking on the phone, I t

This is wrong, so wrong, but her fingers curl against that spot inside me and my knees buckle. “I—I can’t—” “You will.” She adds a third finger, thumb grinding my clit. “Cum for me, you spoilt little slut. Picture yourself cumming in this shower every morning.” The pressure builds fast. I bite my lip to stay quiet, but a broken whimper escapes. My pussy clenches around her fingers, wetness gushing down my thighs. And then the bathroom door creaks open. Stepdad stands there, eyes locked on us—on my soaked, exposed body, on Elena’s hand buried in my cunt.

She slowly stepped on the wooden floor and went past the living room to the next hallway where the shower is located. She noticed that the shower room's door was open. The light from the room bounced to the wall next to it and a shadow of a person was also formed on the wall up to the floor. She recognized the shape abruptly. It is probably her mom and her dad, preparing her bath together. She happily jumped and suppressed her voice as much as possible to surprise them.

The door swung open, and there she was—wrapped in a bathrobe, hair dripping wet, her face pale from the cold. She looked small and vulnerable. Stephen blinked, caught off guard. “What happened to you?” “My shower’s broken,” Stellar said, rubbing her hands together for warmth. “Can I borrow yours? I’ll be quick.” Seeing her fingers tinged blue from the cold, Stephen didn’t waste another second. Any thoughts he might’ve had were shoved aside as he stepped aside immediately. “Go ahead.” “Thank you.” She rushed into the bathroom. The sound of water hitting tile soon echoed through the room.

"Uhuh! Well, me too. So, go to take a shower because today we will go shopping. I didn't bring many clothes so, I need to buy some." "All right. I'm going to get a shower then." I stood up on my bed, grab a towel and walk to the shower room. "Yes, you should. I'll wait for you downstairs." "Yep!" I finally got inside the shower room. --- "Hey, who is this, huh?" Steph asks me with a teasing smile as I enter the dining area. My eyes widened when I saw she is holding my phone, and she is showing me Khai's message. So, I immediately run towards her.

Just her words make me hard again for her. Taking her hand, I help her into the shower stall. The shower is big enough it could fit six people in it with shower heads at different parts of the shower. I have no idea who needs a shower this big, but I was grateful for it. Stepping around Josie I grab the shampoo and after she wets her hair, I lather her hair up with shampoo that smells like her.