wetwulf

"Excuse me, Miss, but I need to go to the bathroom."

"I'm sorry, ma'am, but we're flying through some rough weather, so the captain has turned on the 'fasten seatbelts' light."

"How much longer? I don't know if I can hold it."

*whispers* "It's okay if you can't. I pissed in my seat earlier." *winks* "We do it all the time."

"But there are so many people on the plane. Someone will see."

"Just cover yourself with your blanket, slide your leggings down, and do what you need to do."

"Oh, I don't think I have a choice now anyway because it's coming out."

"That's it, just like that. Now you can do it, and no one can see."

"Thank you so much. Ahhhhh."

"Is there anything else I can help you with, ma'am?"

"Not at the moment, but... maybe after the plane lands?" *winks*

Dear Wet Carpet, 

I want to thank those of you who commented or messaged me asking for more stories about my mother and me and our peeing experiences. If you haven't read my previous letter yet, go back and read that one, and this one will make more sense. If you loved my last letter, I hope you enjoy this one, as well, because there is a lot to share. 

To say that my mother's mood and behavior changed dramatically after her first night at my place would be an understatement. I had never seen her so happy, and it began to occur to me how miserable she must have really been with my dad and how they both just faked it. I'm not saying all my mom's problems were solved by some peeing and some masturbation, but it's like she seemed more… set free, for lack of a better term. Like she had been liberated from something that was holding her back from being happy. She also became a little bit more risky and more open about it with me.

We both had to work the day where my last letter left off. About an hour into work, I got a text from Mom that said:

"Coffee is going right through me. I need to go pee, but the bathroom is downstairs from my office."

I texted back: "Well, what choice do you have? You can't pee in an office with other people around!"

"I know," she replied. "I considered it, though. Guess I'll just get up and go."

I responded with a thumbs up and didn't hear anything from her for a bit. Then about fifteen minutes later my phone rang. 

"You'll never believe what just happened," my mom said.

"Please tell me you didn't get caught pissing yourself," I replied. 

"I did not," she said, "but almost." She giggled and then explained. As soon as she sent her last text message she had stayed at her desk and tried to hold her pee a little longer. When she finally felt she should go soon or have an accident, she stood up, and as soon as she did a small spurt leaked into her panties. "I almost sat right back down because I thought for sure it was coming out," Mom said. "And it would have been better to piss myself sitting at my office chair than standing up where everyone could see." She managed to stop her pee, though, and hold it long enough to walk out of her office and to the stairwell. "That's when it got really bad," Mom said. As soon as she stepped into the stairwell, another wave hit her and she gasped and could feel another warm spurt in her panties. She sort of shuffle walked down the first set of stairs, feeling tiny dribbles down her legs. "I got to that first landing, and I just knew my bladder was done," she said. "I wasn't going to make it another step without pissing myself." Mom said she desperately looked up and down the stairs in hopes that no one was coming as she pulled her panties aside and dropped into a half squat and sprayed a strong stream of piss that splashed loudly against the wall behind her and trickled down to the concrete floor. 

Mom knew as soon as she started emptying her bladder that it would be a mess and that if anyone entered the stairwell there would be no hiding what had happened. "But… this kind of turned me on," Mom said. I smiled because I knew exactly what she meant. Having peed in public several times myself, I knew the thrill of almost getting caught.

As soon as the pressure in her bladder had been relieved, Mom said she got the heck out of there and ran to the bathroom. "My legs and feet were a little wet from the splash, and there was a small wet spot on my panties, too. I thought about taking them off, but I was also turned on by the idea of wearing wet panties all day without anyone knowing." 

Mom said while she was in the bathroom, she sat on the toilet because she knew there was more pee, and another naughty idea occurred to her. "I was thinking about when we peed in your living room and how I scooted to the edge of the chair and just let it out." Mom said she scooted her big bottom to the edge of the toilet seat and emptied her bladder onto the bathroom floor, enjoying the relief and the splashing sound it made as it fell from her pussy to the floor. Then she said she had to rub herself, and because she was already so excited it didn't take long for her to have a quiet but satisfying orgasm.

"So what have you been up to?" Mom asked. Unfortunately, my day consisted of work, work, and more work. Unlike my mother, I was surrounded by people all day, and the bathroom is located literally fifteen steps away from my cubicle. Although there is some chance I could have gotten away with a secret pee since I am mostly hidden behind my cubicle, but my coworkers are so close on each side and even across from me that I would be afraid to risk it. "Bummer," Mom said.

"Yeah," I said. "But maybe I'll get lucky and my day will get better once my shift is over."

"Well, if it happens before I see you this evening, you'll have to tell me all about it." I agreed to tell her and hung up so I could get back to work. A few hours later, near the end of my shift, I got another text.

"Had to pee just a little bit and decided to try something." Shortly after receiving this text, I got another one that said, "Delete immediately" with a photo of the crotch of my mom's panties with an obvious wet spot on her panties and her office chair. I stared wide-eyed for a few seconds and then obediently deleted the photo. The memory of that image stuck in my mind, though, and it excited me and reminded me of my own growing need. 

I am usually able to hold my bladder between my lunch break and the end of my shift, but not without difficulty. Most of the time I grab my stuff, leave my desk, and rush into the bathroom before taking the long walk to my car, which is parked in the parking garage next to our building. This day, I had an idea, and it was a risky one. Even though I really had to pee, I skipped the bathroom trip, grabbed my belongings, and walked out of the office.

I was on the elevator with five other people when a wave of pressure hit my bladder. I felt a small spurt dampen the crotch of my panties, and even though I was wearing black leggings, my heart was beating from the fear that if I had an accident right now, everyone in this elevator would know. The idea also excited me, but I honestly could not risk someone reporting such a thing to my supervisors. 

So I did my best to hold on longer. It took a lot of self control to hold my pee during the entire elevator ride and then to shuffle as inconspicuously as possible out to my car. As soon as I saw my car, I pushed the key fob to unlock the doors and walked even faster. I swear it was like my body mistook my car for a bathroom because as soon as I reached it, my bladder gave up and I felt my panties fill with warm pee. I didn't even look around to see if anyone could see me as I just gave up, stood next to my car, and emptied my bladder. It flowed out of me with a loud hiss as it filled my panties and trickled warmly down my legs. I sighed and had to put a hand on my car to support myself from the wave of relief and pleasure. I peed for at least a minute before I heard voices and finally snapped back to reality.

I quickly opened my car door and hopped in, not even thinking about my now wet bottom and if it would ruin my car seat. Once I was seated, though, I could already feel the seat getting wet under me. "Dammit," I said. "Well, can't do anything about it now." I started my car and sat for a moment, feeling the wetness beneath me. I reached in my purse and took out my phone and called my mother.

"Hello!" she said, sounding very cheerful.

"So I just pissed my pants in the parking garage," I said. Mom gasped.

"Did anyone see you?" she asked.

"I don't think so," I said. "But I heard someone coming, so I hopped in my car without thinking, and now my seat is wet." Mom burst into laughter. 

"Oops," she said and laughed again. "I mean I guess the good news is the seats are dark."

"Yeah, and…." I got quiet because I felt a slight wave of pressure again. "Since the damage is already done… ahhhhhh." My mother gasped again. 

"Are you peeing in your car?" she asked.

"I am," I said, sighing and laughing with pleasure as the last dribbles soaked through my panties and pants and into the already wet car seat.

"You naughty girl," Mom said. "You're making me have to pee now."

"Where are you?" I asked. Now that I had finished peeing, I backed my car out of my parking space and started the drive out of the parking garage.

"I'm still at the office," she said. "Almost everyone has left for the day, at least in my department."

"You're really thinking about doing it, aren't you?" I said. My mom giggled, and I could hear that joy in her laughter, and it made my heart soar.

"I am," she said. "I just don't know how I'm going to do it yet." I heard her suck air in through her teeth. "I need to decide quickly, though, or I'll just be pissing myself right here." I could hear Mom walking around and assumed she was either looking for a place to pee or was checking to see if anyone was around. Maybe both?

"What are you doing?" I asked. At the bottom of the parking garage, I stopped at the stoplight and relaxed as another short burst of pee warmed my bottom.

"There's this old storage room," Mom said, "where they've been putting the old furniture and stuff." The light turned green, and I stopped peeing. I heard a creaking sound that must have been my mom opening a door. "Here we go," she said. "Oh wow, so many chairs and desks and even a sofa!" She giggled.

"Mom, are you sure that's a good idea?" I asked.

"No one ever comes in here," she said, "or at least no one important." Then I heard her gasp. "Holy shit, Anna, there's a wet spot on one of these office chairs!"

"Really?"

"Yes!" Mom said. "And it's… it's not an old one! And there are some wet spots on the floor!"

"That means someone else at your office is a pee freak," I said, laughing. 

"I told you the bathroom is all the way downstairs. Someone else must hate making the trip down there and found a solution. Oooh!"

"What?" I asked.

"I just about pissed myself just now," Mom said. "I need to find somewhere to go right now! Oooh, I know! I've always wanted to do this."

"Do what?" I asked. "I want to know!"

"So impatient," she said and giggled. "I'm sitting up on top of one of the desks. Oh! The top is cold on my bottom!" She laughed. "Okay, I'm just gonna spread my legs and go. Ahhhhhh." I could hear a spraying and dribbling sound. "Ohhhh, it's puddling between my legs and then running down off the edge of the desk." Mom sighed, and then the dribbling sound stopped and I heard her moving again.

"What are you doing now?" I asked.

"Remember how great you said it felt to piss into your sofa?" she asked.

"I do." I came to another stoplight, and this time I put my car in park and then slid my leggings and panties down just enough to feel my bare ass and pussy against the wet fabric of my seat.

"Well, I'm about to find out, too," Mom said. "I'm just going to sit on this sofa and piss into it through my panties."

"Mmmm," was all I could say in response as another dribble of pee seeped out of me and directly into my car seat.

"Oh, here it comes," Mom said. "Oh! Oh my god! Mmmm! It feel so good and so naughty. Ohhhh, shit, Anna." Mom's moans became gasps, and I could tell even through the phone that she was moving her hips, rubbing her soaked panties and pussy against the wet cushion. "Oh god, I'm gonna come!" I heard her try her best to stifle a scream. I wanted so badly to touch myself, but I was worried my orgasm would be too much to drive carefully, so I had to settle for moving my ass just enough to feel the wet seat against my ass and pussy.

"Ohh, Anna," my mom said. "I'm sorry to tell you this, but I don't think your couch is ever going to be dry because if it feels this good, I will be peeing on it soon." I laughed, causing another small spurt of pee to sleep into my car seat.

"And I will probably join you," I said.

More stories to come!
 

Anna

Dear Wet Carpet, 

I think I may have inadvertently broken (or fixed?) my mother. After her and my father split up, she called me and asked if she could stay with me until she found an apartment or something. Of course I agreed. She arrived a few days later with some suitcases of clothes and a poor attempt at a smile to hide her grief. I hugged her and welcomed her in.

"You look like you need a drink," I said and started walking to the kitchen.

"Bring the whole bottle," Mom said.

We sat in the front room talking about what happened, and although Mom was hesitant to speak badly of my father, I assured her and encouraged her to just be honest and tell me everything. It turns out their marriage had been falling apart slowly but surely for the past few years, and even both of them had been seeing other people in anticipation that it would only be a matter of time. Mom said there was no screaming or fighting when she finally decided to leave. They both just looked at each other, and Mom told him, "I think I should go. This just… isn't working anymore." Dad had nodded and said that maybe she was right.

She started crying as she told me this, all the while sipping her wine, draining it, refilling her glass, sipping, draining, repeat. After three glasses, she was slurring her words and nearly sobbing. I started to feel the need to pee, but I didn't want to leave her alone in this condition.

"I'm so sorry, Mom," I said and put a hand on her leg.

"It's not your fault, sweetie," she said. I felt a wave of pressure and squeezed my legs together as I tried not to think about it. "We just… grew apart, and I couldn't do it anymore." Another wave, and I couldn't stop from squirming to hold it back. "I still love him, which is why it hurts so much, but I'm helpless to do anything about it." I sat up straight, trying my best to keep from soaking my jeans but not doing a very good job. "Sweetie, are you okay?" Mom asked.

"I just…," I said, wincing, "I really need to pee. I've been holding it since you got here."

"Well don't let me keep you," Mom said. "Go!" I swear I really did intend to run to the bathroom, but my bladder had other plans. As soon as I stood up, I felt a strong spurt soak the crotch of my panties, and I gasped.

"I'm not gonna make it! I'm so sorry, Mom!" I stood there and relaxed as my entire bladder emptied into my panties and jeans right in front of my mom. I also couldn't stifle a moan and a gasp as the soothing, wet warmth enveloped my crotch, darkening the crotch and legs of my blue jeans. I could hear it hissing as I peed fully, enjoying the warm feeling of my pee soaking my pussy and running down my legs. I could feel some of it pooling on my carpet at my bare feet as I sighed with relief.

"My goodness!" Mom said. "You really did have to go." She looked at me wide-eyed with surprise.

"I'm so sorry, Mom," I said. "I just couldn't make it."

"Now you're making me have to go," she said. I looked at her, and I don't know if it was the wine or because I was so turned on from soaking myself, but a naughty idea occurred to me.

"You could just go here if you want, Mom. The floor is already wet."

"No, I couldn't," Mom said. "It just wouldn't be proper."

"Mom, this is my house. What do I care if you're proper or not?"

"I don't know," Mom said. "I haven't done anything like that in years." That comment caught me off guard because I had never even considered that my mother had ever wet herself, maybe when she was a little girl, but she didn't say that.

"It's okay, Mom, I promise. My carpet is already wet now, and…." I hesitated to say the next part, but I felt it was too late to take it back now. "It's not the first time." I could feel my face get red, and I couldn't look directly at my mother. 

"Anna Renee, you naughty girl," she said. When I looked up at her, she had her arms crossed but was smiling. Then she suddenly gasped and put her hands between her legs. "Oooh! Almost lost it there."

"Mom, if you really need to go, just go. I don't mind, really."

"I…," she said, biting her lip, "oh, okay. I don't think I could make it anyway." I tried to hide my smile of delight as my mother stood up straight. She started to fumble with the snaps on her pants, and I thought maybe she was going to take them off and squat right over my living room carpet. "Oh, screw it," she said. "You made it look so fun. And I can't hold it anymore. Oh!"

As I watched with surprise and awe, my mother took her hands away and stood still as the crotch of her gray leggings darkened and a hissing sound filled the room. "Ohhhh! I can't believe I'm pissing my pants! Oh my god!" The hissing grew louder and the wetness in her crotch spread down her legs as my mother moaned and sighed. "Oh this feels so… good. Oh!" Her moans became whines, and I continued to watch as it became obvious that in addition to soaking her panties and pants, my mom was also having an orgasm.

She finally stopped peeing and looked almost like she was about to faint. "You okay, Mom?" I asked. 

"Yes!" she said, very enthusiastically. "Better than okay. That was amazing!" We laughed as we both removed our soaked clothes. "That felt so good," my mother said. She continued to talk about how incredible it felt and even blushed as she admitted that it had turned her on and that she had a small orgasm. I grinned, knowingly.

After dropping some towels down onto the wet spot on the carpet changing into pajamas (sleep shorts and matching cami top for me and a nightgown for Mom) we decided to spend some time relaxing in the living room watching Netflix. About 45 minutes into a show, my mother was moving around and squirming in the recliner.

"Do you need to pee again?" I asked, with a joking suspicious tone in my voice. 

"I do," she said, and put her hands between her legs. "Can I…?" I laughed out loud. 

"Of course," I said. I swear my mom giggled like a schoolgirl and scooted her shapely bottom to the edge of the recliner, sliding her nightgown up as she did. I watched as she slid her panties down her legs and tossed them to the side. Then she spread her legs and sighed. Immediately a messy spray of pee squirted out of her and splashed onto the carpet. Mom was watching herself pee, her mouth open with obvious pleasure. 

"Ohhh, wow," she moaned. As I watched, I couldn't ignore the tingle and dampness in my pussy. I tried to discreetly slip a couple of my fingers through the crotch of my pajama shorts and panties, feeling the obvious slickness of my pussy. "My goodness, I'm still peeing," Mom said and giggled. I rubbed my wet slit and watched her pee stream as it weakened a little but was still splashing from her crotch to the carpet.

Mom looked up at me, still dribbling pee, and it was obvious she knew exactly what I was doing. I expected her to be shocked, but instead she smiled, and as her pee flow ended I saw her own hand go to her naked crotch and start rubbing. This set me over the edge, and I gasped as my orgasm built. Soon, Mom was panting and gasping as well, and as I cried out she echoed my cries while we both climaxed.

As my orgasm subsided, I felt the need to pee, and in maybe another attempt to surprise (or corrupt) my mom, I just let it out. It dribbled out of me and soaked into the couch cushion, warming my bottom. I sighed to show my relief and pleasure.

"Oh my," my mother said. "Okay then." To my surprise, she scooted her bare bottom back onto the recliner and looked down at her crotch as another slow dribble of pee seeped quietly out of her and into the cushion. "Mmm. That feels nice." It didn't last long, but my mom was clearly enjoying the soothing warm feeling of peeing in the chair.

After we composed ourselves, we decided maybe it was time for bed. I changed out of my wet shorts and put on some dry panties. My mother decided to stay bottomless. Since I live alone, I only have one bed. Out of courtesy, I suggested maybe I could sleep on the couch, but Mom wouldn't abide by that. "Nonsense," she said. "We've slept together before, so as long as your bed can fit us both, I don't mind." 

We climbed into the bed together. I took the side closest to the wall and Mom took the side near the door. While it was a little strange, there was also something comforting about having my mother in my bed with me. We talked until both of us became groggy, and then we said good night and were soon asleep.

I woke up to a sound in my room, like someone moving around. I felt in the bed next to me and realized my mother wasn't there. Then I heard a soft hissing and a pattering sound. In the dim light of my room, I could see my mom, her back to me, squatting over my bedroom floor, her nightgown lifted out of the way and her round, bare ass hovering just over the carpet, as a shiny stream of pee fell quietly to the floor.

As I watched her, I felt a need to pee, as well. I carefully and quietly slid my panties off and then scooted my bottom to the edge of the bed until I could feel my butt cheeks touching the wall. Then I just let go, letting my pee splash silently against the wall to run down under my bed. My mother finished peeing, and when she crawled back into bed without saying a word, my pee was still dribbling out of me and against the wall, and she had no idea. Mom started snoring lightly, and as soon as my pee flow ended, I drifted back to sleep, as well.

When I woke up to sunlight peeking, my mom wasn't in the bed with me. I could hear sounds coming from my kitchen and assumed she was probably making coffee. I sat up just enough to see the faint wet stain on my carpet where my mom had pissed on it that night, but I noticed that it also looked freshly wet. Had she peed there again after waking up this morning? I smiled at the though.

Sitting up, I could feel my own morning need to pee. I thought about getting up and just squatting over the already wet carpet, but as I sat there a long thought of but never acted on fantasy crept into my mind. What if I just sat there and wet my bed? It's my bed, after all, and if my mother found out and said anything, I could simply tell her I couldn't make it out of the bed in time or that it must have happened in my sleep. But after everything that had happened last night, maybe I would just tell her the truth.

As a wave of pressure struck, I decided to just relax and enjoy this moment. I pulled the covers away so I could not just feel but see what was about to happen. My stomach was fluttering with excitement as I looked down between my legs. I was still naked from the waist down, so I spread my legs, sighed, and let go. It started with a shy dribble, but I could feel it trickling down my slit, to my butt crack, and then to the bed beneath me. Soon, though, it became a full stream, and I watched open-mouthed as I peed fully into my bed, feeling it splash my inner thighs and soaking the sheet. It pooled at my crotch before slowly soaking through the sheet and into my mattress, which would never be the same after this, but I didn't care. I moaned as I breathed out and fully emptied my bladder into my bed.

I was still peeing when the door to my room opened, and my mother walked in. "Breakf--," she tried to say but then stopped and stared at me wide-eyed. I couldn't have stopped peeing if I'd tried, so I just gasped and looked at her, still peeing a soft flow into the bed.

"Anna Renee!" Mom said, but again she sounded more surprised than upset. "You're pissing in your bed!" I could feel my face reddening, but I still continued peeing, feeling it dribble down my slit again.

"I am," I said. "I'm sorry, Mom, but I've wanted to do this for so long, and… ohhh." I sighed as just a little bit more pee trickled out of me, warming my bottom even more. "Mmm… after last night and after seeing how comfortable you seem to be with it, I just… ohhh… I couldn't resist." Mom tilted her head and smiled, and she also seemed curious as she looked down at the stain as the last of my pee trickled into the bed.

"Does it feel good?" Mom asked.

"Mmm, yes." I said. I was finished, and now I was just enjoying the warm wetness beneath me. Without saying anything, my mother pulled the covers away from the corner of my bed and then lifted her nightgown. She was still naked from the waist down, as well, and she sat her bare ass on the corner of my bed and scooted back so that her ass and pussy were both up on the bed, but her legs were hanging over the side. She looked at me and bit her lip and still seemed hesitant. "It's okay, Mom. Just relax and let it go."

She smiled and then looked down between her legs as she exhaled. Right away a messy spray of pee splashed out of her, soaking the bed and creating a stain that spread and slowly absorbed into the bed. "Oh! Oh my! Ohhhhh!" Mom stared at the spreading stain, her mouth open as she moaned with pleasure. "Oh my god it's so warm and wet. Mmmm!"

"I told you," I said. As I watched her, I again felt an urge to touch myself, and I didn't resist it. I started to rub my wet slit and tease my clit as my mom sat there peeing into the corner of my bed. Mom saw me, but her expression of pleasure didn't change as she continued to pee. She started moving her hips just enough that her bare pussy was rubbing against the soaking wet stain beneath her. She was still peeing in bursts, so every time she moved her hips backwards, she squirted a fresh spurt of pee into the bed.

"Oh! I can't believe I'm… making… such a mess, but ohhhhh this feels too good to stop."

"It's okay, Mom," I said. "Just let go and enjoy yourself." As I said this, I moaned and started rubbing more vigorously, and at the same time my mom started moving her hips more and was pressing her pussy deeper into the bed. Our moans became pants. As my orgasm started, I knew it would be a hard one, and I didn't care anymore. I screamed, closed my eyes, and let my climax overtake me as I shoved my fingers into my pussy and bucked my hips against them. I could hear my mom screaming, as well.

"Oh god! Oh, I'm gonna cum all over your bed!" I opened my eyes to see that my mom had lifted her bottom just enough to shove her fingers into her pussy. As she screamed and moaned, I stared in awe as she squirted into my bed, soaking it even more. She removed her fingers and sat her big ass back down in the wetness before slumping back and laying along the foot of the bed. "Holy shit, that was incredible," she said. "I think you've broken me."

"Or fixed you," I said, smiling.

"Anna Renee, you naughty girl," she said.

I have more stories to tell about how much my mom changed after that night and how I changed, as well, but this letter has already been long enough, so perhaps another time.

Anna

"Huh? Wha? Why are you climbing on top of me? I was sleeping."

"I need to pee, and I don't feel like walking all the way to the bathroom. Can I pee on you?"

"Do you even need to ask? Scoot closer and bring your pussy close to mine."

"Mmm, okay. Oh, here it comes."

"Ohhh my god, it feels so good splashing against my pussy. Scoot closer. I want to rub against you while you pee."

"Oh, yes! Mmm!"

"The bed is getting soaked, but I don't care. Oh god, I'm gonna cum! Oh! Ohhh! Now I'm peeing, too!"

"I can feel it! Oh god, it's gonna make me cum, too! OHHHHhhhhh!"

"We should just sleep in a wet bed."

"Sounds good to me. I'll probably end up pissing in it again anyway."

Oh my god, why is this Zoom meeting taking so long? And I can't turn my damn camera off or run to the bathroom real quick because my boss keeps asking me questions.

I mean, they can't see me from the waist down, so maybe I can... slide my pants and panties down like this... and just let it out on the floor. But somebody might hear the splashing. This office chair has a really soft cushion so maybe I could just.... Mmmm, yes, that's much better.

Oh, shit, he just asked me a question, but I can't stop peeing. I can't believe I'm pissing my seat while talking to my boss and coworkers, and they have no idea.

Dammit. The dog pissed on the carpet again.

Actually, I kind of have to pee, too. Guess it won't matter if I just squat here and add to the puddle.

That pub bathroom is disgusting. I'm not going in there. But I don't know if I can hold it until I get home.

It's a good thing I wore a black skirt and no panties. What would @Paulypeeps do?

Ahhh, that feels nice just letting it go through my skirt and no one has any idea because it's soaking into my seat.

"Aunt Carol, how much longer is it going to be?"

"I don't know, sweetie. Traffic is really bad, and we're stopped, so I have no idea."

"I still really need to pee. You said there would be a place to stop."

"I know. I'm sorry. I need to go, too. If you can't hold it, I understand."

"I can't, I'm sorry. Oh god, I'm peeing in the seat."

"Don't worry about it. I'm going, too. Ohhhhh."

"It actually feels...ohhh... kind of good."

"It does. Mmm. I think we'll have to do this more often."