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Hello again all. I was not expecting to be here, but I will explain as always.

It is, Mother May I.

Apparently with my multiple replies, I am now notified of updates. I do not really check my personal email more than twice a week and usually only once each weekend. Now, on top of that, I set up a "private" account to join and post for my advice. That account is set to notify my main account when there is a new message. So the replies flagged a notification, which was sent to the first account, and then notice of receipt was sent to my regular account. I expect most of you understand all this, but the ultimate result is I have now seen the requests for more. While I am not willing to share too much, one thing did spark in my mind about how my girls got into this, since it was asked. I cannot confront them directly and I am not terribly good at subtlety, so it may be some time before I know any solid details. Regardless, let me share what I do have.

My Youngest is in year round classes and recently had a big test to study up. Her friends got together on Saturday to have a long-form cram session. They had been working for a few hours before I went out to tend the weeds in my garden. After some time the girls came outside, I asked what was going on and they said it was a break from burning out before starting the next chapter. The three sat and chatted for a while on the porch, I was near enough to hear but nothing interesting. One of them mentioned needing to pee and said she would just go there on the patio. The other two told her that was dull and the second girl noticed the flying disc lost on the roof. She asked, "Hey, do you want to try skeet shooting like we used to when we were younger?" I quoted this directly, because that would indicate the probability My Youngest had been doing this for some many years now, much longer than I had been aware at least. I do not want to veer too far off topic yet, so more on that later. My Youngest stripped off her shorts and hopped up on the patio rail to spread her legs. In typical fashion to what I have seen and told, she produced a high arc that landed just above the disc and started washing down the shingles. After several seconds there was enough flow that it was caught and dislodged. Slipping from its location and falling with a clatter. The girls cheered and after another couple seconds my daughter finished and climbed down from her perch. The friend that suggested the practice took the disc and walked out into the lawn while the other girl removed her shorts and took position. At this point I stopped to watch out of curiosity. The girl who was aiming sat until she produced a sharp, straight stream to the ground below. To help you understand, this would be the opposite of My Oldest Daughter. The energy produced was excessive, but with the narrow focus and limited duration, it was able to uproot a clump of grass.

"Okay, PULL!" The girl in the yard tossed the disc and she attempted to hit it with her blast before it fell to the ground. As you can expect this did not go as planned with several attempts. Even if she activated her strong flow before the toss, she could not direct it fast enough to hit the target. "Alright this is just sad… hold it out and let me see if I can get it while stationary." So the friend collected it and held the disc at arm length, but just as the jet was about to strike... she let go and dropped it to the ground causing her to still miss. "You lil shi~" Here she turned the still strong shot to hose down the girl's arm. My daughter was laughing like mad and the girl getting wet dashed to the side, shook her arm, and in a motion threw off her shirt.

"Fine I guess we play squirt tag then.... of course you're it!" She then took off her own shorts and underwear; my daughter took off her top too and went into the yard. Both were now running around in just a bra with socks and shoes. The girl on the patio was having no luck hitting them as they darted out of the way and dropped into the grass herself while taking off her own clothes. She was a petite girl and was not wearing a bra at all, now just in shoes and socks. The back of the house is facing a wooded area and the neighbors with the dog from the last entry have a privacy wall, so no one was going to see two almost and one more or less completely naked girls running around trying to pee on each other. Just saying that sounds so bizarre, but they were having fun. It only took a bit before the naked girl ran out of ammo and my daughter and the other girl realized that. Teaming up, tackling the naked girl and tickling her, My Youngest on her inner thighs and the other girl on her belly from behind. She crumpled to the grass and lay there on her back giggling. The target girl stood up and spread her legs to a relaxed stance and started to pee. It rained down on the naked girl and splashed in her navel.

"Ah, no stop! Not that, please anything but that!" It was said by the naked girl with false shock, while still laughing and batting her hands through the gush. This went on far longer than expected; the girl standing just kept going. Some time passed maybe a minute and the naked girl sat up while urine still continued to hit her in the chest. At this point, my daughter got up and took a few steps back and began going again. The two girls were each aiming at the now erect nipples of the naked girl. My Youngest did not go for long, she probably did not have much in her yet, but the last girl never stopped. It was another good three minutes with the naked girl and my daughter seemingly fine with waiting. Once she was fully spent they helped the naked one up and all came over to me. "Hey Miss [May I], can I borrow a towel before we go back to studying?"
"Sure!" as I smiled. "There will be clean garage towels just inside, throw it in the laundry on your way down the hall." They thanked me again for being so accepting of what they were doing and headed to the house. None of them collected their clothes and I ultimately grabbed them as I came in from the garden... but that was a little bit later after I watered my plants and yes, in the way you think.

So as you can see, from some subtext, My Youngest might be a bit more "experienced" than I previously knew. As I have said, with her being a quiet one and "lawfully evil" she likely has been indulging in secret for some time. That is all I have for now. I am not going to be bold enough to ask My Oldest about things, but I am sure I might get something like I did here by paying attention for clues.

Hopefully that is good enough,

Mother May I

Hello all, this is Mother May I writing for probably the last time. I wanted to let you know that things have gone well since I reached out and got assistance here. I had not been here since the last post, so this is the first I saw of Paulypeep's reply. Let this post show you how it all turned out, I think we are doing just fine now. There have been a few hiccups and I thought you might enjoy hearing about them. As you know my youngest daughter caught on quickly and adjusted her behaviors for openly peeing. There was one day I arrived home to see her window open and an unmistakable jet of pee shooting through it well into the yard. This would have been perfectly acceptable if not for the fact that her window faces the front of the house. I might have even been okay with it later in the day, but it was making such a scene that the neighbor’s dog had come to our yard and was standing there barking loudly at the stream. I had to make up an excuse about finding an old giant squirt gun in storage. Now it just seems silly in retrospect. My older daughter had a similar incident, well not with getting seen... better if I just tell you. I had been working out in my garden for a while and came in with some fresh veggies. I headed to the kitchen and find my older daughter standing naked again, yes she does most her peeing with no clothes, over my good large party punch bowl with spigot. I immediately stopped in my tracks as her hard, fast stream was swirling around inside and starting to overflow the lip. I was shocked more about my bowl, but when she noticed me there her eyes went WIDE. "Wait! Not what you think, hang on let me finish." She continued to excessively overfill the container and form a puddle on the tiles, she stopped and then started again with another full blast for about five more seconds. This had the effect of sloshing the already full receptacle and splashing out more pee. She shook her hips, and ran for the cupboard where the bowl usually stays. Throwing open the doors, her large boobs shaking everywhere, and there on the shelf is a NEW punch bowl. "I bought you a replacement since the old one drips. I thought it would be big enough t-to hold... allll~..." she trailed off here as she noticed the amount outside the container. I smiled and gave her a big hug to thank her for at least trying and the replacement. As to your concerns about my older daughter holding too long, this has always been the nature of her releases. I just never knew the force involved because it was always done in the proper location. So yes, things have improved. Both my daughters can enjoy this new hobby and I do not have to worry about things getting ruined. Though, saying that I do have one more story from my younger daughter.
I had come back from dinner with a friend one evening and my youngest met me at the door as soon as I opened it. "Oh good, you're home. I'm sorry. I had to try... I di-didn't think I could even. I-I'm... I~," I calmed her, she is not a very vocal person, so this was serious. I put down my jacket and she led the way down the hall to her room. When I looked inside nothing seemed amiss. I looked at her confused. She turned away from me and pointed at the ceiling. Sure enough there was evidence of dampness, to anyone else it would look like a roof leak got out of hand. Now, once again to clarify, my daughter's room has a vaulted ceiling. From ground level to highest flat is about five meters and sure enough that is where the mark was located. I chided her and then chuckled, "Don't know if you never try?" This set her back to normal and we laughed for few good minutes. "You are going up there to repaint it though." She agreed that was fair and promised to be more careful.
So there you go, it seems all is good in the "May I" house now. I appreciate the feedback I got from my messages, if I had not posted here I could have been miserable and in dire states. My eldest did find my stain in the back hall and when she asked I told what I did, she understood and sort explained why and what she got out of doing it. "It's really about empowerment, I can do it when / where -ever I want... if I'm careful. I enjoy being naked too, I love these massive boobs that I got from you. And believe me, STANDING TO PEE is very LIBERATING." My youngest has made two female friends that are of similar persuasion. They enjoy the freedom when visiting that their parents would not allow like I do. While I still do not approve or enjoy doing that indoors, I have started "watering my garden" and "picking wild flowers" on the rare occasion.

This is Mother May I, I know I said I would write this weekend, but things did not go as planned. It will make sense as I explain events. First, I read the advice by PaulyPeeps and was instantly mortified. I had never considered the prospect of them wetting their clothes AS WELL AS whatever they were sitting on or standing over. This became the worst-case scenario to be avoided at all costs. Second, as for what I find disapproval in; it is activity as whole. Nothing in my life would ever possess me to think of relieving myself in that manner. I am no stranger to camping and have done that sort of thing in the outdoors, but in a house seems so unsanitary. HOWEVER, I was concerned and determined to understand.
My daughters were both out Friday evening and would be home well after I went to bed. I had thought about it and decided I needed to see if I could find the appeal or even rationalize the act. I looked around the house for what I considered a comfortable test location. Somewhere I felt I could squat and pee without feeling out of place. It was very difficult, but I found a spot on some older carpet that was in the back hallway. It has needed replaced for some time, but it is the path in from the backyard and as a result intended to collect dirt. The hall has a sharp corner and when I dropped down there it felt very natural for whatever reason. I began drinking water in preparation as I sat down to watch some shows. Slowly things progressed, but it was almost like knowing what I was going to do kept me from needing to go as quickly. After a while I grew tired of water and decided to get a cola, I do not drink much soda as it tends to "go through me" as they say, but this was a good chance for that to help. Finally about three hours in, I felt like I could go, but it was not remotely urgent. I had put a skirt on to make this all easier, I could sit on my furniture without my butt being bare and I would not have to raise and lower pants if this took multiple attempts... which it very much did. I was visibly shaking on the initial go, I squatted and waited with my skirt tossed round my legs. I stared, I waited, the shakes persisted, I glanced at my watch and realized time was not moving normally. After several minutes passed, my legs were aching, so I gave up. I got another soda and sat down to my shows again. A few more hours and I felt the actual NEED to go. Moved again from my chair to the spot in the hall, no shaking this time, but my heart was a little fast, I thought it was just the caffeine. Again, I held my pose... disappointed I returned to my shows, with one last soda. I have not had three soft drinks in as many months and now this was my third in several hours. Which it had now been about five, I had about another four before midnight and I ran out of time. I chased the pop with more water and began feeling discomfort from my bladder along with the excess liquid in my stomach. It was around one more hour and I was fidgeting. I tried and failed to use the hallway. The more anxious I became, my urge to go increased rapidly. I decided this experiment required some assistance. I walked to the bathroom and sat on the toilet. Instantly I was ready to release, I carefully let out a few drops, just to know it was right there and dashed back to the hall. I squatted and everything locked up again. I did the same a second time and only managed a dribble, probably just what I had let leak out before leaving the restroom. I thought about putting down some towels, thinking it was just the mess that was preventing me. I came to regret not doing that very shortly, but I was committed to the actual activity as intended. Just like Alice said, "I give myself very good advice, but I very seldom follow it." Feeling defeated I started pacing the house, I could not sit still at this point anyway. I was getting shivers; my skirt was pressed forward by the bulge inside me. I physically had to stop and double over as I crossed the living room and I rushed to the hall lifting my skirt as I ran. I slid into the corner, but where before I was facing toward it, now my back was against it. My muscles lost control, pee spurted out in a few stutters, then there was no stopping. My breathing was so ragged, it took me a few seconds to find my balance, all the while my stream splattered everywhere with my movements. I was finally doing it. My hissing strong flow was way more than the low pile was expecting and it pooled and spread... and spread... and spread. I watched in terror, I could do nothing to abate myself. The damage would be significant and I had no idea how long I had left to go; my pelvis was numb from holding it in so long. I began to cry. Big sobbing tears rolled down my face, dripping into the lake around my feet, every heaving breath made me quake and sent my effluence in all directions. I wept well after I finished, my ankles collapsed and fell with a literally splash into the spent pee. I should have gotten those towels earlier, but it was far too late for that now. My skirt got drenched and I just sat there, the temperature slowly falling as the urine cooled around me. When I finally felt ready I stood and walked away, raining droplets as I went. I stripped and got a shower for a LONG time. I kept stressing so much about the clean-up while trying to relax that I finally returned to the corner without even drying off. The area was not just damp, the fluid was still raised above the fibers. I went the garage and got the wet / dry vacuum and did what I could to fix my mistake. Once I ultimately determined there was nothing else to be done, I put on my pajamas and instantly fell asleep in my bed.
Morning arrived and I surveyed the permanent stain. I had more than decided this was not for me and not good for my home. I confronted the girls at breakfast. My older daughter was embarrassed and angry that I did not tell her I knew. My youngest reacted indifferently, but that was expected. I told them how I felt and that I was not upset with either of them for what they did or even if they choose to continue doing it. All I asked it that they be more considerate of the home where they lived and were raised. My youngest one just left the table and never said anything. The older one, did not take it well. We argued mostly about invasion of privacy and me over-stepping boundaries. It took two day for everyone to calm down and that was today. She apologized for getting angry and fighting, she said nothing about what had initiated the quarrel, so I know she felt no remorse for soiling the floor of her room. I had to wait for the evening to sit down and write all this out. On a happy note though, my younger daughter seemed to understand. She really is "lawfully evil," I had just gotten home and was making my way down to put away my things. I see my daughter standing in the doorway of the bathroom with her pants lying on the ground. As I got closer I could hear that similar sound again. When she saw me this time, she turned and gave me a big smile before returning her focus to in front of her. I slowed and stopped behind her to see what was happening. From the entrance, she was shooting a high arc over the top of the shower door and into the stall behind. The splashing was all contained as she had closed the door before starting, but you could see it going everywhere inside through the glass. I gave her a light kiss on the cheek and went on with what I was doing.

Hello, Wet Carpet.
I need advice.

So it seems that my two daughters have started down the path to openly peeing. I am unsure where they picked it up, but both are clearly enthralled by it. I will give the information I have so you can tell me the best course of action.
My oldest daughter was the one I saw first. It was about two weeks ago and I was doing laundry. I had just finished folding some of her underwear and was delivering it. I slid open the door, not knowing she was in there at the time. I was shocked to see her standing naked in the middle of the room with a thick streaming torrent crashing into the carpet. I have actually seen pressure washers with less force and I swore she was going to tear a hole in the floor. Thankfully the noise was so loud she did not notice me and was clearly enjoying herself, she lifted her arms to a high stretch showing off her prodigious chest; large enough to be seen from behind. I just closed the door slowly and returned later. It was empty this time, but the evidence of the aftermath could not be denied. The patch was over SIXTY centimeters and yes, the fibers in the middle were thin and worn. I did not say anything to her and it was not hard for me to hide that I witnessed it.
The other daughter is more rebellious. I have heard the term "lawfully evil" and this suits her quite well. Since this was a second incident and so... so, brazen.... Let me just explain. It was the following weekend, I was cleaning house and moving from finishing the bathroom, down the hall to get the vacuum. As I passed by her closed door, I heard a strange sound. I could not really identify it, as it seemed out of place for an indoor setting. I gently knocked and when I did not get an answer after a few seconds I cautiously entered the room. I did not make it past the thresh-hold. Once the door was open I saw my daughter, on the floor, legs spread wide facing towards the door, naked from the chest down (she was wearing a crop shirt), her hands behind her to support her pose. From between her legs, beneath her very red trimmed pubes was an arc of urine. It launched forward across a surprising distance, and was splashing heavily against a framed poster. Now, I want to make sure that you understand, this poster is a small; only twenty-eight by forty-three centimeters and mounted at just below eye level for an average person. She was more than a TWO meters from the wall and hitting it forcefully at that height enough to make it rattle. When I appeared she locked eyes with me, but did nothing, just stared. After a few seconds the stream drooped and stopped. We never lost eye contact; I stepped out of the room pulling the door shut. I stood outside, still holding the handle, and was actually physically startled when the sound returned with MORE intensity than before.

I am at a loss. I have always encouraged my girls to explore and be themselves. How do I explain to / show them, that I DO NOT approve, but also WILL NOT stop them?

I need responses soon, I will write again this weekend to say how it goes.
Sincerely,
Mother May I

Hello Ma'am, can I have a word?

Thank you, so... it so hard to pee under my desk. Once I get in position my slit is facing too far up and all I do is spray the under-side of it. Then it drips back down over everything. The IT Team has replaced my machine 4 times this year for "water damage" and they are a little frustrated. Is there anyway I can just... sliiide back and use my cubicle wall?

Okay, I understand. Thanks for looking into it. Could I relieve myself here in your office before I leave? I Appeciate It, Thanks.

Kinda proud of this 1. Took a bit to get everything right. Adapted from lyrics, read like a Circus Barker:

Ladies of all ages, Good evening!

The Pee you have Seen is Beyond Believing!

Your Bladders will Soon need Relieving,

Your Seats may be Wet before Leaving.

Hold your Thighs Tightly as the Girls keep Flowing,

There's No Way to tell how Long they'll be Going.

The Bowls seen Here will be Overflowing,

 with Urine these Pussies Will Soon be Unloading!!