Taking A Shower With Mom Novels & Stories

Once again, she tried to steer the crowd's attention back to me. She was ready to burn everything down, but I didn't care. When Mom realized I wasn't reacting, she had no idea how to continue her performance. Once the two of them were finished with their little duet, I spoke up calmly, "I think that's my line, Mom." I connected my phone to the massive screen in the lobby to play the footage of Ellie and Mom's conversation by the gates that day. The camera clearly captured their unusually bloated faces. When Mom saw herself on the screen, her complexion drained instantly.

“You sound funny, what's with you lately. You act weird, sound weird. Does it have anything to do with the weather?” I force a smile. “No mom.” I said waving it off. “It's just cramps… really I'm fine.” Caleb’s toe presses harder on my clit. I'm too close to cuming wildly. Mom turns off the cooker, turns to us. “I'm going to shower. Finish eating and Caleb. Make sure you do the dishes.” She walks out without looking back. We wait till we hear her footsteps fade down the hall, and the bathroom door closes. The shower starts running.

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.

My shower. I stay under the pummelling water for an hour, I turn it up the hottest setting my skin can bare and wash away their stench. I use all my familiar products and smell like me again, then I wash again to be sure. I pull on yoga pants, a sports bra, and a loose workout top. I’m hoping I don’t have to entertain today. I’m itching to train, itching to fight again. Just before I’m about to leave my room there’s a knock, “Come in,” I call and my mother opens the door. Her waist-length blonde hair swishing, and hazel eyes brimming with tears. I hug her tightly around the waist, “Mother.”

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.

My mother changed the sheets on the bed. I decide to get a shower, while my mother helps Adrien and Rafael settle in the guest room. The shower felt relaxing and involuntarily I found myself slipping down on the floor with my knees drawn to my chest. I let the water wash away all the feelings of the past hours, while I close my eyes and hoped that it would all just be a dream. I change into an oversized t-shirt and a pair of shorts. I step out of the shower and decide to check in on my mum.

My father shouted in despair as he tried to grab the key from my mother, but she ran to the toilet and flushed the key down the toilet bowl. "Don't you dare! I won't open the door before this house is spick and span!" While she was speaking, she glanced at the sink, which was filled with various bottles, and looked messy, and she screamed, "Sharon! Didn't I tell you to clean up your mess?" Sharon quickly ran into the toilet to clean up her mess while trembling. "I'm sorry, Mom. I'll make sure to tidy my things up in the future. Please just let Sherry go to the hospital!"

The woman, who was visibly pregnant, said arrogantly, “Do I really need to check in with a janitor just to visit my own mother’s company?” Lilian laughed awkwardly and said, “That’s not what I meant. You’re so far along now. If you’d just let me know, I could’ve had Raymond come keep you company, you know?” The woman did not bother to respond and simply got off the elevator first on her own. The video ended there. The barrage of comments instantly knew what was going on, and the harsh comments grew even more intense. [The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree. Look at that attitude! Is that how you talk to an elder?!]

Mom sat down across from her, spine straight, carrying herself a hundred times better than this woman. Vivian's eyes landed on Mom's face. "So what skincare do you use?" Mom set down her cup, sounding mildly surprised. "Oh, I don't really use skincare. A bit of sun, plenty of water, and that's it." Vivian's grip on her cup tightened. She managed a stiff smile, her eyes sweeping over Mom. "No wonder. Well, you'll have to start taking better care of yourself. You're not exactly a sweet young twenty-something men dote on, like us."

"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.