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This is the next letter from Anna. It contains desperation, peeing, wetting, furniture and seat wetting. It also contains some peeing on public transport and public property.

Dear Wet Carpet, 

Anna again. I sometimes feel like I'm blowing up your letter section with all these stories, but I keep receiving really kind requests from readers to tell more. So I guess it's a good thing that I have plenty more to tell.

Anyway, to pick up where I last left off. The train car we were on remained empty for the rest of our trip to our stop. In that time, we drank more water and had to pee several times, each time trying to be creative and pee in a different place and in a different way, if possible. 

In one instance, Mom stood up and walked carefully to the wall of the train car. Then I watched as she hiked her skirt up, stuck her butt out just a little bit, and sprayed a strong stream of pee behind her against the wall. It trickled down and flowed towards the back of the train car. As I watched her, I slid my leggings down to my feet, lifted my legs, and sprayed an arc of pee that drummed loudly onto the floor. We both sighed to show our relief and smiled with pleasure. 

Another time, I stood in the middle of the train car, holding onto one of the poles in the middle. I pulled my leggings down just enough to expose my pussy. Then I sighed and pushed hard, spraying a strong stream that at first shot out in front of me, but as it weakened it fell in a messy splash into the crotch of my leggings. Mom was seated across from me, and she smiled as she spread her legs. I couldn't see anything because of her long skirt, but I could hear the hissing sound and soon could see the glistening of her pee soaking the front of her skirt. She closed her eyes, clearly enjoying herself.

As we were getting closer to our destination, I knew I wanted to feel the warmth of my pee soaking into the seat one more time, so I pulled my leggings down just enough that my bare pussy was right over the seat cushion. Then I sat back and relaxed. Right away my pee splashed out of me and soaked into the seat between my legs. I was so mesmerized by the soothing pleasure that I barely heard the "Oh!" sound coming from my mom. I looked across the train car and saw that she had hiked her skirt up completely and like me had her bare ass on the seat cushion, but her legs were together. It was obvious from her open-mouthed look of pleasure that she was peeing into the seat. "Oh my god!" she said and started rocking her hips back and forth, rubbing her pussy into the wet cushion. I reached my fingers to my wet pussy and rubbed my slit, deliberately rubbing some of the pee from the puddle between my legs onto my pussy. Mom started to squeal and then cry out, and soon I was jamming two fingers into my pussy and screaming, as well.

Soon we reached our destination. We both stood at the doors, waiting for them to open. We were surprised to see that there was no one on the other side of the doors waiting to enter. Maybe because it was a weekday? Or maybe no one was going wherever this train went next? As we waited, I heard my mother sigh softly and looked down to see tiny drops of pee falling from under her skirt. I would need to pee soon, as well, but I held it as the doors open and we stepped out into the station. 

There were people waiting at various places in the station and others boarding other trains. On our way out of the station, we passed the restrooms, both of us smiling at each other as we walked right by them. Once we got outside, I saw a small patch of grass with some shrubbery next to the road. "Hold on, Mom," I said. "I need to fix my shoes." I smiled at her, and we walked over to the patch of grass. I knelt down next to one of the bushes, facing away from the small crowd of people walking out of the station, and then I relaxed. Soon, my pee was hissing through my leggings and falling silently to the grass. My mother was close enough to see and hear it, but I don't think anyone noticed. Not that I cared as I sighed and enjoyed emptying my bladder into my pants. As soon as I was finished "fixing my shoes," I stood up and we walked to the edge of the road to wait for a cab.

A cab arrived in less than five minutes. We opened the back doors and slid in and told the driver we were going to the plaza. Mom looked at me and winked, and I wondered what she was up to this time. "Excuse me, driver," my mother said, "Do you know how much longer? I'm dying for a piss. Those station bathrooms were disgusting."

"About 25 minutes," the driver said. He looked at my mother in his rearview mirror. 

Mom hissed and crossed her legs. "Oooh, I don't know if I'll make it that long. My bladder isn't like it used to be. I guess I'll have to try."

"If you can't hold it, just let me know," the driver said. Mom shook her head. 

"I don't think I'm going to be able to. The bumps on this road are really getting to me. Can you pull off somewhere?" The driver glanced back at my mother.

"Not on this road," he said. Mom hissed again.

"Oh my goodness," she said.

"Look, ma'am," the driver said, "if you have to go, it wouldn't be the first time someone has had an accident in my cab."

"I'm not going to have a choice anyway," Mom said. "Oh!" She parted her legs and right away a soft hissing sound could be heard in the cab. Mom closed her eyes, and her mouth was open in an expression of relief and pleasure. The driver kept sneaking wide-eyed glances at her in the mirror. He couldn't see much other than my Mom's expression and a glistening wet spot in the crotch of her skirt. "Ohhh, thank you so much," Mom said. "That is such a relief. Ahhhh. Mmm. I'm sorry, but I really had to go."

"Don't worry about it," the driver said.

"We'll be sure to leave you with a generous tip," Mom said. I saw movement in the front seat that I'm pretty sure was the driver grabbing his dick through his pants with one hand while driving with the other. When we finally arrived at the plaza, Mom gave the driver well over what we owed, and before climbing out I could clearly see his erection poking out the front of his pants. I closed the door and took one more look, and I swear he was unzipping his pants to take his cock out, probably to jerk off to the memory of what he'd just seen.

We walked from the cab to the nearest entrance to the plaza, which mostly resembled a small town but with shops and restaurants and a cinema located on the far end, which was perfect for us because we planned to visit it last. There were plenty of people walking in and out of the plaza, as well as long the walkways beside it, but it wasn't as crowded as I expected.

I needed to pee, so I looked around and saw a kiosk with a big map of the plaza. There wasn't anyone near the kiosk, so I had an idea. "Hey, Mom, let's go look at the map." She smiled, and we walked across to the map of the kiosk. We both stood in front of it, and I was very careful to stand as close to the grassy area next to it as possible. "Hmm, where would you like to go first?" I asked. Meanwhile, I relaxed my bladder and felt the first warm dribbles of pee soak through the crotch of my leggings and down my legs.

"I don't know," Mom said. Her grin was unmistakable, but also only I would have understood why she was grinning. I tried to keep my composure as I let go completely, hearing the barely audible hiss as I peed fully through my leggings, letting it run down my legs, over my sandals, and to the grass beneath my feet. "This store looks good," Mom said, pointing to one of the larger department stores on the map.

"Yes," I said. "Mmm, I agree." I pushed out the last of my warm pee, and we walked away from the kiosk. 

We walked just a little ways from the kiosk further into the plaza until we reached the department store my mother pointed out on the map. It was big, but there weren't a lot of people inside, maybe 15 or 20, including employees. We walked to the women's clothing section and spent some time browsing clothes. We even picked out some clothes we liked. "Let's go try these on," Mom said. I agreed and followed her to the dressing rooms.

It was one of those larger dressing room areas with women's to the left and men's to the right. We walked to the left, not seeing any employees but passing another customer coming out of one of the dressing booths. At the very end was a double-sized dressing booth meant for families. Mom and I both entered that one, and I locked the door behind me and then turned to my mother.

"We're not really in here to try on clothes, are we?" I asked. Mom giggled.

"Nope," she said, grinning.

"Mom, you are getting really naughty," I said.

"Well, it's your fault," she said. She walked over to the corner of the cushioned bench along the wall of the dressing booth and sat down without bothering to move her skirt out of the way. Then she parted her legs and her face changed to an expression of pleasure and relief as a soft hissing sound filled the room. "Ohhh, that feels good," Mom said. "I really like… ohh… just peeing through my skirt like this. Ahhhhh." The hissing sound grew louder, and I could see just a little glimmer of pee on the front of her skirt.

I didn't think I had to pee again, but the hissing sound must have sent a signal to my bladder because I felt a small wave of pressure. I walked to the other far corner of the bench and tugged my leggings down to my knees and sat my bare ass onto the cushioned seat. I sighed and seconds later I was peeing directly into the cushion, smiling with pleasure at the warm feeling as my pee soaked in and warmed my pussy and bottom. Mom's hissing stopped, and I was finished soon, as well. We both stood up and composed ourselves, grabbed the clothes that we knew we actually wanted to buy without trying them on, and walked out. 

"Let's go see a movie," Mom said.

Next time, I'll tell you about our movie theater experience. 
 

Bumping this one up because it's @Alfresco's masterpiece. 🔥

This is Anna's next letter about her pee experiences with her mother. It contains desperation, wetting, peeing on public transport, and masturbation.

Dear Wet Carpet, 

When I last wrote to you, I told you that my mom and I were planning a night out. Well, we decided to make an entire day of it and take the train into town. It would be about an hour's journey by train and then a short walk to the plaza where there were shops and restaurants and a theater. I knew we were in for an incredible day while we were getting dressed when my mother said, "I think I'm going to skip the panties today and wear my black skirt." I laughed because I had a similar thought, but instead of a skirt I slid on a pair of black leggings. Mom also wore a lacy pink bra and a red blouse, and I wore a silver strapless bra and a light blue tube top.

Once we arrived at the station, Mom decided we'd better visit the restrooms before boarding the train. As soon as we entered the restroom, however, we were both bombarded by a disgusting smell. It didn't take long for us to decide there was no way in hell we were going anywhere near that horrid place. I still don't know what was all over the floor, and I don't think I want to know. We got out of there as quickly as we walked in.

"Guess we'll find out if we can hold it the entire trip," my mother said.

"Maybe there will be some stops along the way, and we can get off to pee before getting back on," I said. Mom just shrugged. 

"I kind of need to go now," she said. We both looked around to see if there were any corners or private areas where we could get away with a sneaky pee. Unfortunately, there were too many people around and not really anywhere to pee secretly. Even if we had decided to wet ourselves, the floor was concrete, and the puddle would have been impossible to hide. And as we were still looking, the train arrived. My mother shrugged again and we boarded the train.

We weren't on the train very long when it became obvious to me that Mom wouldn't last much longer. She kept crossing her legs and groaning. There weren't a lot of people in our car but definitely enough that neither of us wanted to just pee openly.

"I don't know how much longer I'm going to be able to hold it," Mom whispered to me. "What do you think I should do?"

"I don't know, Mom," I said. "Whatever you have to, I guess. Just please don't embarrass yourself or me." I smiled at her. 

"I would never," Mom said and she winked at me and smiled. Then she sat up, and I could just barely hear her sigh softly, followed by just a faint hissing sound. I knew there was no one close enough to hear it but me, and Mom was doing an excellent job of just sitting there,  nonchalantly pissing into her skirt and the seat. I knew the soft material of the seat would absorb most of it, but as her pee continued to hiss out I started to worry that it might not hold all of it if she peed too much. Mom didn't seem concerned though, and I heard her moan softly and could hear a burbling sound. Mom's face reddened, but she managed to compose herself and seconds later the burbling and hissing stopped.

Mom leaned closed to me. "That felt so good I thought I was going to come." I laughed. 

"Kind of sounded like you did," I said.

"Almost," Mom said. "Don't you have to pee?"

"Yes, but I'm going to try to hold it," I said. A little later, though, I felt a slight wave of pressure. I really didn't want to fully wet my seat all at once because I was worried my leggings wouldn't hide my wetting as much as Mom's skirt hid hers. But I knew I wouldn't be able to hold it all until we reached our stop. So I scooted back in the seat until my bottom was as far back as I could get it and I could feel the most cushioned part of the seat just under my pussy. Then I relaxed and right away felt a warm burst of pee squirt directly into my leggings, wetting my crotch and inner thighs and soaking slowly into my seat. I tried to hide my gasp and cut off my flow, but Mom heard me and gave me a knowing look. "I'm trying to just let a little bit out at a time because I'm worried someone will see," I said. "But that felt so good." Mom giggled.

"You want to let it all out, don't you?" she said.

"Mmm hmm."

"Just let it go," Mom said. "There aren't that many people on this car, and they're all the way over there. And as far as I can tell there are no cameras on this train. No one is going to know except you and me."

"Okay, you convinced me," I said. "I can't hold it much longer anyway." I sighed and just completely let go. The hiss of my pee was audible as it filled my crotch with delicious warmth, spraying through my leggings and soaking my thighs and the seat. I felt the wetness grow under me as my warm pee soaked into the seat and tried to compose myself. I couldn't stop a satisfying moan from escaping my lips as the spray of my pee tickled my clit and I had a small orgasm.

"That's my girl," Mom said. "Feel better?" I nodded.

About 10 minutes later the train stopped and to our delight the car emptied as everyone else exited at this stop and no one else got on. Just before the train moved again, Mom and I both got up and changed from our wet seats to dry ones on the other side. As soon as I was seated and the train started moving again, I scooted to the edge of the seat and slid my leggings down. I exhaled and sprayed a messy stream of pee that splashed loudly onto the train car floor, creating a puddle and a stream that quickly flowed away from me.

Mom giggled, stood up, and walked to one of the poles in the center of the train car. I was confused until I heard her sigh and then saw a trickle of pee running down her legs and pooling at her feet. She moaned, and her pee hissed loudly as it sprayed hard enough to splash through the front of her skirt. "Oh my god," she said and gasped. Mom reached down and touched the crotch of her skirt, soaking it more and sighing as she felt the wetness with her hand.

I was so turned on by watching her expressions of pleasure. I pulled my leggings back up and then knelt on the floor in front of my seat. I started rubbing my wet crotch as I peed more through my leggings, letting it spray my fingers as I rubbed. Mom was gasping and panting as she rubbed her crotch more vigorously. Her eyes were closed in total abandon to pleasure. I closed mine, as well, and rubbed harder, and soon we were both crying out as we climaxed.

And that was just the first half of the train ride. More stories to come in my next letter.

Anna
 

"We have the cinema all to ourselves! You know what that means. We can watch the movie in peace."

"Okay." *sighs*

"What are you doing? Are you pissing? You're getting your skirt and the seat soaked!"

"I thought you said, 'We can watch the movie and pee!'"

"No, I said, 'in peace!' But since you've already done it... I guess I should, too. Ahhhhh."

This is the next letter from Anna. It includes furniture wetting, bedwetting, naughty peeing, desperation, and masturbation. 

Dear Wet Carpet, 

Hello everyone. It's Anna again. So I blame my mother for this (although I guess to be fair, I did it first). I have fallen in love with pissing in my car. Now, every morning on my way to work, if I need to pee, I've been waiting for a stoplight, adjusting my skirt or sliding my leggings and panties down, and just letting it go in my car seat. The feeling of my warm pee soaking into the seat under me and warming my bottom is such an incredible feeling. I've also come to enjoy the risk of sitting at a red light with cars right next to me, and then emptying my bladder without anyone knowing. On more than one occasion, I've had to masturbate as soon as I get to work.

So of course I wasn't surprised when my mom called me during her drive to work. "Anna, I'm on my way to work, but I really need to pee." I laughed, but I wasn't sure if she was serious or if this was a sort of game.

"Well, what do you want me to do about it?" I asked. "Pull over somewhere or find a bathroom."

"But I'm running late," Mom said. "I don't have time to stop anywhere." I heard her inhale. "Oooh, I really need to pee."

"Mom," I said, "you know what you want to do."

"Of course I know what I want to do," she said, "but I haven't pissed in my car yet. And the seats aren't fabric like yours. They're bucket seats. I'll be soaked." She gasped again. "Shit! I just went a little bit."

I tried to think of a solution for her. "Aren't you wearing a dress?" I asked.

"Yes I am," Mom said.

"So just pull it up out of the way, scoot forward, and go on the floor."

"Okay, I'll try," Mom said. I could hear her moving around. "Oh god, I can't hold it anymore. Oh!" Now I could hear a soft hissing and splashing sound. "Ohh, that's much better. Oh, it's making a puddle on the floor mat." Mom giggled. "Mmm, this is nice, just letting my pee out while I'm driving. Thank you, Anna. Ohhh. Anyways, I'll see you after work."

Mom called me again a few hours later after her lunch break. "So… I did it," she said.

"What did you do?" I asked.

"I pissed in my car seat," she said. Mom said that on her way to get lunch, she really had to pee. She hadn't been to the bathroom since our talk that morning. Since she had an hour for her lunch break, Mom said she drove out to the empty parking lot where the old shopping plaza used to be. "I was getting pretty desperate at this point, so I put the car in park and looked around to make sure no one else was around." Mom said she slid her panties off, put them in  the passenger seat, and then bunched her dress up to keep it from getting wet. "I knew it was going to be a lot, but I sat back in the seat and just tried to relax." Mom said seconds later, a strong dribble of pee splashed out of her and right away started making a puddle between her legs. "And oh my god, it felt good," she said. "It made a big puddle right at my pussy, and it turned me on so much that… well, you know." Mom giggled, and I laughed knowingly. I asked her what she did about the wet mess because I knew she didn't want to get her dress wet since she had to go back to work. "I just scooted forward and pushed most of the puddle into the floor, and I had a towel in my back seat, so I put it down and sat on it." Mom said the towel was so soft and comfortable under her bottom that as she was almost back to her workplace she had to pee again, so she just relaxed and felt her warm pee soak into the towel.

A few other places have become regular favorites in my house, as well. A few nights ago, I woke up feeling the need to pee. Mom was fast asleep, and I was hesitant to wake her up by asking her to let me out of the bed since I was on the end closest to the wall. I guess I could have sat up and scooted down to the foot of the bed and gotten out that way, but as another wave of pressure hit my bladder, I decided that was too much trouble. I remembered the first night Mom stayed with me, and I had caught her pissing on my bedroom carpet, and how I had slid my ass against the far wall and secretly peed down the wall into the space between my bed and the wall. 

I smiled as I scooted my bottom back until it touched the wall. I was wearing a nightgown with panties, but I didn't even bother moving either of them out of the way. I just relaxed and right away felt a warm flow of pee soak my bottom and then dribble down the wall. I thought I was being quiet until my mom suddenly rolled over.

"Are you peeing?" she asked.

I didn't say anything for a few seconds, mostly because I was really enjoying the warmth of my pee soaking my panties and nightgown. "Maybe," I finally said.

"Oh my, I can hear it," Mom said. "It's making me have to go." I watched as my mom moved under the covers, bringing her knees up closer and her hands to her crotch. "Well, it wouldn't be the first time this bed's been wet," she said. Then before I could say anything in response, she sighed, and the hiss of her pee was loud in the quiet of the room, and so was the sound of her pee dribbling into the bed. "Ohhhh, my god. Mmm. And it won't be the last time." Mom exhaled as she peed fully, soaking the bed between her legs. I saw her hands moving under the covers. I also started touching my wet slit through my nightgown and panties and soon we were both moaning and crying out as we climaxed almost together. When we were finished, Mom giggled and put her knees back down. "Good night," she said. We both fell back to sleep pretty quickly.

The next morning I woke up to Mom squirming in the bed. I opened my eyes just as she rolled over to face me. She smiled. "I really soaked the bed last night," she said.

"Yes, you did." I could feel some of the wetness on my side of the bed, as well.

"It's gotten cold," Mom said. "Guess I could just…. Ohhhhh." Mom didn't move from the position she was in, but I could hear the hiss of her pee and a quiet splashing as she peed directly into the bed. The sound sent a wave of pressure through my bladder, as well. I was also laying on my side with my left leg extended, so I followed my mother's example and just relaxed. My panties became saturated again as I peed fully, soaking them and my nightgown and feeling my warm pee soak into the bed beneath me. 

"Ohhh, god, that feels good," I said.

"Mmm hmm," Mom said in response.

After we finished peeing, Mom got up and stripped off her wet clothes. There was a huge wet spot in the bed, but we both just stared at it and smiled. Mom went across the hall to the bathroom and shut the door. I also stripped off my wet clothes and walked naked to my dresser to choose my outfit for the day. I heard the shower running, and this somehow awakened a slight need to pee again. Since I was naked, I just relaxed and let a few dribbles run down my legs to the carpet. 

I waited patiently for Mom to be finished showering, scrolling on my phone while I waited. Once the water stopped, I walked across the hall and waited outside the door, expecting her to come out soon. I badly needed a shower, so when I finally got tired of waiting, I opened the bathroom door and was surprised to see Mom sitting on the toilet with her top on but naked from  the waist down. She had the toilet lid down and a small but steady trickle of pee was falling from between her legs and dripping off the seat to the floor. "Sorry," she said, smiling sheepishly. "Had to pee, didn't want to bother lifting the seat." I just shook my head and stepped over to take a shower. When I got out later, I saw she had dropped some towels onto the floor to soak up her pee.

Later, at breakfast, we were sitting at the dining table, sipping coffee, eating cereal, and talking about work plans and coworkers and about our favorite TV show. Then without saying anything, Mom scooted forward in her seat and adjusted her bottom as she slid her leggings and panties down. I soon heard a dripping sound as she peed right onto the floor beneath the dining table. I smiled as I got up to pour myself another cup of coffee. Just as my mother's pee was coming to an end, I felt my own need. I was wearing a dark blue dress that reached my knees, so I just relaxed and emptied my bladder, filling my panties with delicious warmth, sighing as my pee dribbled down my legs and created a puddle on  the kitchen floor at my feet.

After this, our cars, the bed, the couch, the bathroom floor, and the kitchen became regular pee spots. I'll share more another time. Mom and I also have plans to have a ladies' night and maybe hook up with some hot guys, so I'm sure I'll have tales to tell after that.

Anna

This is the next letter from Anna about her peeing experiences with her mother. It contains wetting, naughty peeing, and furniture wetting.

Dear Wet Carpet, 

It's me again, Anna. I have received some very sweet messages complimenting my last story, and I truly appreciate it. I have also been asked to describe myself and my mother more. I don't want to share too much because even though my mom has become more risky and bold when it comes to peeing, she is still a rather private person.

Anyway, we are both brunettes, but my hair has a more reddish tint to it because I color it. We are both plus sized women. I like to borrow the phrase "We're not fat, we're fluffy." I have bigger boobs, and my mom has a bigger ass (although both of us are still blessed in those areas). I am only slightly taller than my mother at 5'8" to her5'6". And we have both been complimented from men and women about the strong feminine features of our faces.

Mom and I had become regular piss pals since that day she moved in with me. When we're not together, she sends me updates if she has the opportunity to do a naughty piss somewhere, and I do the same. 

At her work, Mom had been lucky enough to sneak into the storage room and have a naughty piss on one of the old pieces of office furniture or onto the hard concrete floor. She had also taken riskier pees in one of the hallways downstairs from her office, ducking into a doorway of an empty office. And of course she had pissed a few times in the stairway, always relishing the naughty risk of being caught. 

At my work, I was barely able to get away from people, and unfortunately had to just visit the bathroom when I needed to go. However, an idea occurred to me while I was tossing a piece of paper into the trash can under my desk. My cubicle was in a far corner of the office, and unless someone walked around to talk to me, I was hidden from view. The nearest cubicle was across from me in the other corner, so it might also protect me from any sounds that may arise if I went through with what I was planning. I was wearing a knee length skirt this time without panties, so even though my heart was fluttering at the thought of getting caught, I was convinced I could get away with it.

After taking one last look around my office to make sure no one was coming to my cubicle, I scooted my trash can closer until it was directly in front of my seat between my legs. Then I sat up just enough to move my skirt out of the way and scooted to the edge of my chair. As soon as I started to relax, my phone rang. I answered it, and it was a client. I continued to talk with them, but I stayed in the position I was in with my bare pussy at the edge of my chair just above the trash can. I honestly tried to hold on while talking to the client, but a wave of pressure came, and I could feel the first dribbles of pee leak out of me and drip quietly to the trash can. 

The client was still talking, and I knew I wouldn't be able to hold the next wave of pressure back, so I just relaxed and started to pee fully into the trash can. The hissing sound was faint, and most of the splashing was muffled by the papers and other trash in the can, which is good because I was peeing a lot! I could also feel some of it dripping down my slit, to my crack and into the edge of the seat, but it wasn't enough to worry me. I was finally able to direct the client to their requested extension, and once I hung up, I sighed and was finally able to enjoy the relief and pleasure of just pissing right there in my trash can without anyone knowing. This excited me so much that I couldn't help but slide a finger to my wet slit and rub my clit. I bit my lip as I orgasmed secretly and quietly.

At home, my mother and I were the most free and naughty with our peeing. We had both changed our diets to include lots of water and coffee only for drinks, with the exception of the occasional glasses of wine in the evenings. There was some concern at first that we were really ruining the furniture and the carpets, but when the moment came to pee somewhere naughty, it's like our desire for that feeling of sweet release was stronger than the concern.

I usually arrived home before my mother, and if I was desperate, I would just stand over the entryway or lean back against the front door and just piss myself and let it drip to the tiled entryway floor. But I had also grown very fond of the recliner, so if I could make it I would rush into the living room, remove my bottom clothing, relax in the recliner, and just piss right into the soft cushion.

Mom's favorite place was the couch, of course. She would get home and run into the living room, tug down her pants or lift her dress, sit her big bottom down onto the couch, and then sigh with pleasure and empty her bladder into the couch. But there were a few days when I heard a soft "Oh!" right outside the front door, and I would look out and see my mother squatting on the front porch, soaking the door mat with her warm piss. I don't have any nearby neighbors, but I honestly wonder if that would have stopped her.

Recently, Mom and I went out to dinner at one of our favorite restaurants, an Italian place that served the best fettuccine Alfredo I have ever had. We asked for a table back in a corner away from other diners. We were both wearing nice dresses, and after a few glasses of wine my mom was feeling a little naughty. She kept flirting with our waiter, and the funny thing is he was flirting back. He was older than me but also at least fifteen years younger than my mother, so he must have liked hot older women or he was just being charming to get a good tip.

As we waited for our food, my mother took a sip of her wine and then said, "I need to pee." I thought she was going to get up to go to the restroom, but I honestly should have known better. Mom sat up in her seat and scooted to the edge of her seat. Seconds later I could just barely hear a soft splashing sound as she peed as quietly and discreetly as she could under the table. She made an almost inaudible moaning sound as the splashing sound came to an end. Then she picked up her wine glass, winked at me, and "accidentally" knocked it over, spilling the wine over the edge of the table and onto the floor. Right away, our waiter came over as he and Mom both tried sopping up the spill on the table with napkins. "Don't worry about it, miss. It happens all the time. I'll go get a mop for the floor."

As soon as he left, Mom smiled at me. "Now's your chance," she said, "while the floor's still wet." I smiled at her and shook my head in mock disbelief, but I scooted to the edge of my seat until I could feel my bare pussy exposed under the table. Then I relaxed and sprayed a steady stream of pee onto the floor. It wasn't much, but it still felt great to just relieve myself right there. I finished just in time as our waiter walked up with a dry mop and managed to clean the "spill" without even touching our feet with the mop. Our meal was delicious, of course, and when the check came my mother surprised me even more by writing her cell phone number on the receipt.

On the way home, I started to feel the three glasses of ice water working on my bladder. It must have been obvious because my mother asked, "Are you okay?" I nodded.

"Yeah, I just need to pee again." Mom laughed.

"Me too, and I don't know if I'll make it all the way home."

"Okay," I said. "I'll look for a place to stop."

"Or…," my mother said, grinning mischievously. I looked at her, genuinely surprised this time. "Oh, come on," she said. "You pissed in your car once already."

"Yeah, but that was because I accidentally got the seat wet," I said.

"Well I'm about to accidentally get this seat wet," Mom said. I laughed and shook my head. "I'm serious, Anna. I can't hold it much longer. Oh!" Right after that cry, I heard a hissing sound. Mom had not changed her posture or position in her seat at all, but it was obvious from the hissing sound and her expression of relief that she was pissing through her dress and into the car seat. "Oh my goddddd Anna this feels so good. Ohhhhh!" 

I tried to focus on the road, but I could not help but glance over and see glistening puddle of pee forming between my mother's legs and soaking the seat as well as the bottom and the front of her dress. I also could no longer ignore my own need to pee. As my mom continued to sigh with pleasure, I sat back in my seat, still trying to focus on the road, as a wave of pressure hit my bladder. I opened my legs just a little bit and let go. A messy spray of pee sprayed from my crotch, splashing all over my inner thighs and creating a puddle between my legs. I sighed and enjoyed the delicious warmth as the puddle in my seat grew. My mother squealed with pleasure, and I could tell she was rubbing herself. I bit my lip and started to move my hips back and forth as much as I could while still driving and still seeping pee into my seat. I had a small orgasm, but my mom was screaming as she climaxed and then relaxed into her seat.

"God, that was incredible," Mom said. I nodded and agreed.

More stories later if you want them.
 

I normally don't get the chance to piss in naughty places at work, mostly because I don't want to leave behind a mess. Our company custodians are good men, and I'd rather not leave behind a puddle of my piss for them to clean. 

A few days ago, though, there was a water leak in the men's restroom. I walked in to find the floor covered with dirty looking water and some collapses ceiling tiles. I really had to piss, though, and I saw this as an opportunity to be naughty.

I unzipped my fly and sighed with relief as I pissed right onto the wet tile bathroom floor. It made a loud splashing sound, but my piss just flowed into the dirty water and wasn't noticeable at all. When I finished pissing, I walked out and then went to tell my building supervisor about the leak.

A few hours later, the leak was fixed but the floor was still soaked. I took out my dick and pissed onto the floor again, relishing in the naughty relief as my piss splashed against the tile floor.

I don't know if I'll ever get a chance to do anything like that again, but it was a real treat. 

This is the next letter from the daughter about her wetting experiences with her mother. It contains wetting, naughty peeing, furniture wetting, and masturbation.

Dear Wet Carpet, 

My mom just hit me with a bombshell, something that in my 23 years of life I never would have expected: before she met my father, she used to enjoy peeing in naughty places.

We were sitting in my living room after a long work day for both of us when she stood up and walked to the corner of the room and squatted over an area rug that we had agreed was acceptable for peeing without needing much cleaning other than to throw it  in the washer if it started to smell. I commented that she seemed to be getting more comfortable with just squatting and peeing in places she shouldn't. That's when she just casually said, "Well, I used to do stuff like this all the time before I met your father."

Mom said it started when she was younger. She remembers that her mom (my grandmother) used to get caught short sometimes when they were out running errands. "I think she said her bladder had been messed up since she had my brother because he was a big baby." I laughed; my uncle John was now 6'3" and about 225 pounds. "Anyway," Mom continued, "We would be out shopping, and on our way out to the car she would say something like, 'Ooh, I should have used the restroom.' Then she would look around and say, 'Sweetie, watch and see if anybody comes, okay?' I would nod and then look out for her while she would pull her dress or skirt up or take down her blue jeans and just pee right there next to our car. A few times she asked if I needed to pee, too, and if I did she would look out for me while I did my best to go, as well."

My mom said this became a normal thing, and it was mostly for convenience, saving her mother a trip to a bathroom or keeping her from having to use a nasty public bathroom. A few times, she caught my grandmother squatting outside in their yard and even a few times in secluded places in their house. Always if she spotted my mom, she would extend the opportunity for her to pee there, as well. My mom never refused.

As my mom grew up, though, this became a regular habit even when she wasn't with my grandmother. While playing outside with friends, my mother might find the chance to squat behind a bush, or if she was alone on a hike somewhere she would shamelessly pull her pants and panties down and pee right on the trail. She revisited some of the same discreet corners of  the house.  "The point is, I really started to enjoy it, so I did it as often as I could get away with it." As she matured, she started to notice how much peeing secretly in naughty places excited her in a different sort of way, and as she became aware of the sexual changes and feelings in her body, she knew that the naughtiness of peeing where she shouldn't was exciting her sexually.

"This just made me want to do it more often," Mom said. She told me that she woke up one night when she was a teenager and really needed to pee. She got out of bed, and her stomach fluttered with excitement as she walked to the corner of her room and squatted over the carpet. Seconds later she peed fully, enjoying the hissing and splashing sound echoing in the darkness of her room. The next morning, my grandma came in, woke her up, and mentioned the wet spot. Mom said my grandma wasn't angry but cautioned my mom to be more discrete if she didn't want her father or brother to find out.

"Her approval just made me bolder," Mom said. When she started college, my mom was lucky enough to get a dorm room to herself. Similar to what had happened at home, Mom woke up needing to pee. She climbed out of her bed and walked over to the back corner of her dorm room and emptied her bladder onto the carpet. At her first college party, the bathrooms were really busy, so her and a friend found an unoccupied room of the house, pulled down their shorts and panties, and soaked the floor of the room.

"Then I got a job as a lifeguard at the university's pool," Mom said. "This was like a whole new world of chances to pee." Mom said until then her naughty pees had been with her bottom garments and panties removed, but wearing a one-piece allowed for an excuse to try wetting. Mom said she learned how to pee through her bathing suit while standing, letting her pee slowly quietly and secretly down her legs, and how to pee herself while sitting and while laying out on a towel or a lounge chair with her legs together so no one would notice without looking closely. 

"So then I started thinking of ways to piss myself without taking any of my clothes off," Mom said. Of course this was easy with skirts and dresses, but Mom said she also perfected the skill of pulling the crotch of her shorts and panties aside and peeing through the leg hole. She wore black pants, shorts, and skirts as often as she could. 

"I even pissed myself during one of my classes," she said. It was an important lecture, and Mom knew she couldn't miss any of it, so when the inevitable pressure came, she was sure that if she just let it  out in small spurts, the cushioned seat beneath her should be able to soak it up. Luckily, the only other people in her row were near the other end. So Mom said she just relaxed and tried to let a little bit out. This lasted until the feeling of the warmth of the seat started to excite her, and she decided to relax fully and just soak her seat. "It was so hard to concentrate on the lecture because it felt so damn good. I had to bite my lip because if I thought I was going to cum right there in class." Mom said that maybe the reason she enjoyed pissing in my couch so much is that it reminded her of her first experience soaking a seat cushion.

"Speaking of," I said as I slid my leggings and panties off.

"What are you doing?" Mom asked. I answered her with a smile and then looked down as I relaxed in my recliner and spread my legs just enough that I could see my pussy. I sighed and watched open-mouthed as a warm and messy dribble of pee splashed out of me and onto the chair cushion. It pooled between my legs for a few seconds before absorbing slowly into the material.

"So we're back to making messes again?" Mom asked, laughing.

I was out of breath and so close to orgasm. "I'm sorry, but… ohhh… your story just… made me so hot… Ohhhh."

"Well, I'm not going to let you have all the fun," Mom said. As my pee was becoming a trickle, I watched as my mother removed her pants and panties, as well, and then sat back onto the couch. She didn't spread her legs like I did, though. Instead she just sat there in what otherwise looked like a perfectly normal way to sit on the couch. But then she exhaled, and I could just barely hear a quiet hissing sound. "Oh!" Mom whined. "Oh my god. Ahhhhh." She leaned back into the couch and then spread her legs. I could now see the growing wet spot and the strong stream of pee that sprayed out of her and into the couch cushion. Mom closed her eyes and started to rub her wet slit, so I did the same. I closed my eyes and slid my fingers into my pussy and rubbed my clit. It did not take long before we were both whimpering with pleasure and then screaming as we climaxed almost simultaneously. 

When we were finished, we both just laughed at the mess. I smiled at my mother. "Thank you for telling me all of this," I said.

"Thank you for bringing me back to it," she said.

I'll have more stories for you later if you want them. 
 

"Hey! Wake up! You're pissing in my bed!"

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry. I'm so used to sleeping in my own bed."

"Don't worry about it. It happens. And I guess since the damage is already done, I might as well just... Ahhhhhh. Wow, that feels really nice. I think you might have started something."

"Mmm. My pleasure."