Taking A Shower With Mom Novels & Stories

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.

I let out a sigh, the love and warmth spreading throughout my chest at the feeling I had at the moment. In those moments, mom was just mine and I was just hers. After a while, mom and I went straight to the bathroom and showered together. I got too excited once more and so we ended up doing it again. I couldn’t help it. She was impossible not to get excited about. Although we did it faster this time as Mom said she had to get back and see our baby Amy quickly. With a sigh and a laugh, I granted Mom’s wish, our bathroom activity ending quicker than I had personally wished.

I turned the TV on and told mom to go ahead and use the bathroom first. While she was in the bathroom I surfed the channels. I heard her turn on the shower. For some reason, a naked picture of mom entered my mind. I don't know why, it just did. You see, mom is 83 years old, but I don't think she looks that old. She stands about five foot tall and only weighs about a hundred pounds. She has always kept good care of herself. I heard mom turn the shower off. I went back to watching TV. It wasn't long before I heard the bathroom door open.

She smiles and leaves me to it. I turn the knob like she said and feel the water. "Ouch!" Okay to hot. A little to the right. There, that's perfect. I strip down and throw my clothes in the trash and get in the shower. I wish we had been allowed to use showers back home. This feels amazing. My mom would have loved this. She had long hair down to her knees and always had trouble keeping it cleaned since all we were allowed was one bar of soap between the four of us. Once every two or three weeks we'd get a new bar.

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.

“That’s right.” My mother wiped her hands and walked over. “I’m going back to my parents’ place in a few days, and my nieces and nephews are looking forward to their presents. Oh, we’re also heading to the hot springs, right? My colleagues said that it’s good.”

And just when I managed to get pregnant again, Josh found an excuse to beat me until I lost the baby. That woman was to blame. I walked back from the balcony into my bedroom and caught sight of myself in the mirror. I did not look like a 30-year-old woman anymore. Wrinkles lined my face, and my complexion was so pale it looked like I was anemic. The aroma of chicken broth wafted through the air, followed by the sound of the front door opening. “Mom, it smells amazing.” I quickly went to greet him. I took his luggage and coat with a smile. “Honey, you’re finally back!” I chirped.

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.]

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.

With that, I pushed myself upright and shoved aside the cabinet I'd been slumped against, exposing what it had been hiding. The moment the door swung open, the calm vanished from Mom's face. She shot to her feet, and her eyes were blazing. "You bitch! How dare you!"