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This may be the hottest chapter in this collection, and definitely one of the hottest stories I have ever read. Well done. I really hope we see more of these girls and soon.
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You were right, short but really good. I want to see more of these girls and the mother.
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This felt so real (because it was, of course). Thank you for sharing this.
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Well done. I love how you give us double the pleasure, between describing the video and Jaylee's masturbating and pissing. I look forward to the next installment.
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Another excellent addition. Thanks for teaching me patience by making me wait for the bus ride home. :-) I look forward to the next story.
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Let's fill you in in case you missed my last few stories: I am a stay-at-home housewife. My two children still live at home, but my daughter Kayley is in college and my son David is a senior in high school. My husband works a pretty demanding job in which he often works long hours. I discovered that my daughter enjoys deliberately peeing on her bedroom carpet and wetting her bed. This awakened an almost forgotten pleasure of my own, and I opened up to her and have been allowing her to continue her wetting pleasures, as long as she doesn’t mind my occasional indulgence and as long as we keep both a secret from her father and brother.
In my last story, I talked to my daughter about her bedwetting and was very open with her about my desire to do the same. Like the loving, understanding daughter I know, she accepted this news with some surprise but also with openness and encouragement.
Later the same afternoon, I was standing in the laundry room putting clothes in the washer when I felt my bladder gently letting me know of my need. I sighed and just let go, filling my panties with soothing warm pee, letting it trickle slowly down my legs and to the tile floor. I enjoyed the brief pleasure, and then sopped it up with a dirty towel and placed the towel in the washer. I pulled my panties off and dropped them in the washer, as well. Then the phone rang.
I actually received two phone calls: one from my husband letting me know he would be working over again, and one from my son asking if he could spend the night with one of his teammates after practice. I smiled after both calls, imagining what sorts of fun I could have that evening, knowing that neither of the men would be home. It had crossed my mind early in our marriage, as my husband worked after hours, that he might be having an affair. I even addressed my concerns, and he held me tightly, looked directly in my eyes, and said, "I would never." I believed him and still do. As for my son, he might be up to trouble, but he's 18, and 18 year old boys are often up to trouble.
I hung up the phone, still smiling, and yelled for Kayley. She ran into the living room, also smiling. "Was that Dad?" she asked.
"It was. And your brother called." Her smile grew and her eyes widened.
"They're not coming home, are they?" I shook my head.
"Your father is working another double-shift and your brother is spending the night with a friend." Kayley chuckled. I'm sure she couldn't help herself as she obviously looked very excited.
"Girls' night!" she shouted. "So does that mean we can... you know...?"
I laughed. "Well, I guess. But we still need to be careful. If you wet any other floor than the one in your room, you have to clean it up." Kayley giggled again. "And I'm doing laundry, so any wet clothes put them in the hamper, please.
"Thank you so much, Mom, this is going to be great! I kind of have to go now, actually."
"Of course you do," I said, laughing again. I watched as she slid her jeans and panties down to just above her knees. I was expecting her to squat, but instead she just stood with her hands at her sides, closed her eyes, and sighed. A strong stream of pee dropped from between her legs and splashed onto her panties and jeans.
"Ahhh, that feels nice," she said. She moaned and her stream grew to a messy spray that squirted out in front of her and splashed little dark droplets onto the carpet. A small puddle was also forming at the cuffs of her jeans, as well.
As I watched her, I felt another small urge in my bladder. Since I still wasn't wearing panties, I just scooted forward on the couch and let go, enjoying a short but warm splashing from between my legs as my own pee sprayed to the carpet at my feet. Kayley opened her eyes and smiled as she saw what I was doing. To my surprise, she pulled off her shirt, as well, and then removed her bra. She must have notice my surprise.
"What?" she said. "You said you were doing laundry. And Dad and David aren't going to be home for a while." I laughed. "You can go naked, too, if you want, Mom. It's not like we've never seen each other naked before." She was right, of course. I needed to wash the outfit I was wearing, as well, and my panties were already gone. So I stood up, slid my skirt down, and then pulled off my shirt and removed my bra. There were a few seconds of feeling awkward as I stood there in my living room, nude, but it quickly passed as I decided to just enjoy the freedom (and naughtiness) of my nakedness.
"I'm going to make dinner," I said, smiling again. Kayley laughed as she probably imagined me in the kitchen, completely naked, fumbling through the cabinets, putting food in pots and pans.
"Okay," she said. "I'll get this cleaned up."
It felt both awkward and liberating to be doing something I do every day, only with no clothes on. I wondered a few times if I would burn anything, but it never happened. I put soup on and grilled some sandwiches. About thirty minutes later, I called Kayley down for dinner. She came into the dining room, still naked, and sat at the table. I put her soup and sandwich in front of her, my face a little red from the strangeness of seeing my own daughter eating dinner with no clothes. Kayley blushed, as well. I scooted my chair out and joined her at the table.
"So, Mom?" she said. Uh oh, I thought. "You said you used to do this kind of thing when you were younger. Do you have any stories to share? You don't have to, but...I want to know what this was like for you when you were my age." I cleared my throat and looked down at my soup.
"Well, I told you the story about my cousin, Marissa, and her bedwetting." Kayley nodded. "That kind of started it. In fact, it was my aunt who built the bad habit, without meaning to, I think. When we woke up the morning after my cousin and I wet the bed, my aunt was apologetic and understanding. She didn't scold my cousin, and I was told that if I didn't feel comfortable sleeping with her anymore, I could sleep on the floor or the couch. She told me that Marissa wet herself a lot, especially at night, and she even had a few friends with the same problem who spent the night sometimes. My aunt said she's had wet beds, floors, and even couches because of Marissa and her friends. When I asked her if it made her mad, she said no, accidents happen, and she just cleaned up the messes the best she could.
"That night, I didn't want to admit to anyone that I had peed the bed with Marissa and enjoyed it, so I slept on the floor in Marissa's room. Late into the night I woke up to noises in Marissa's bed. She was tossing and turning, just like she had the night before. I listened until I heard a hissing and dribbling sound. I also heard her moan, and I wondered if she was awake or asleep. She sighed as the dribbling faded and was soon snoring."
Kayley sat up, smiling and staring at me to show her deep interest in my story. As she looked, though, I heard a dripping sound under the table. "Sorry," she said. I peeked under and saw a steady stream coming from between Kayley's legs onto the wooden chair, creating a puddle that had overflowed and was dripping onto the kitchen floor.
"It's okay," I said. "Anyway, as I said, I lay there in the floor, listening to Marissa wet her bed, and I remembered what my aunt said about wet beds and floors and couches. I still wondered if Marissa's bedwetting was an accident or not. The more I thought about Marissa and her friends peeing themselves, the more the butterflies fluttered in my stomach. I was excited by the idea, and I also noticed that I needed to pee, as well. Would my aunt be as accepting if I wet myself? Or would I be scolded because I wasn't known to wet myself? Would she even say anything? The longer I lay there, the stronger the pressure in my bladder became. I decided to just relax and let my body decide for me. I lay on my back and spread my legs apart just a little bit. I was wearing a pair of lacy panties and a long night gown that stretched to my knees. I thought about pulling it up out of the way, but if I wanted it to look like an accident I thought I should just wet however I was laying."
Kayley moved in her chair again and from under the table I could tell she was squirming for a different reason. She was getting aroused. She wasn't touching herself yet, but I somehow knew she would be taking care of that need later. "So you did it, didn't you?" she said.
"I did. I just settled into my covers, closed my eyes, and let go. It didn't take long before I felt the warm spray fill my panties and spray out of the gusset all over my inner thighs. I could feel it pooling under me on the carpet, and then I heard it dribbling. I sighed, feeling the relief and pleasure as I just emptied my bladder right there in my cousin's bedroom floor."
Kayley put her hand to her mouth. "That must have felt incredible," she said. "What did your aunt say?"
"Nothing. I saw her scrubbing the carpet later and spraying it with Febreeze, but she never said a word. I stayed another night and, of course, I wet myself again. After my weekend with them, I started finding ways to wet myself, even around my own house. I loved wearing skirts so I could wet my panties without anyone knowing. My mother made me do most of my own laundry, so she never even saw my wet panties. And when I moved out, just before I met your father I lived in a dorm on campus, had my own room, and since all of the dorm mattresses were protected, sometimes I took advantage of that. Not every night, though, because we were all on a laundry schedule, once a week for each girl."
"Wow," Kayley said. She was squirming again and her face was flushed red.
"Go on," I said, smiling. "I know what you need to do." She smiled and was up quickly, taking her bowl and plate to the sink, shaking her bare ass playfully as she walked up to her room. When I knew she was gone, I stood up from my seat, as well. I could feel my bladder filling again, but I held it as I took my dishes to the sink and began washing the dirty dishes. The pressure grew and I reached down and held my bare pussy with my right hand while rinsing a dish with my left. I had to let to to scrub another dish as a second wave of pressure caused a tiny spurt between my legs. I set the dish in the sink and rubbed myself again, feeling another tingling need deep inside. I wanted to rub myself so furiously, but it felt a little wrong. This had all happened so fast, just two days of peeing with my daughter, then walking around naked, and now thinking about masturbating and knowing she was doing the same right down the hall?
As if on cue, I could hear Kayley's cries as she was obviously climaxing and maybe even soaking her bed in the process. This was all I needed. I rubbed my vagina gently, first caressing the front of my slit, paying careful attention to my very sensitive clitoris. I moaned and felt my legs weaken as another tiny spurt splashed against my fingers and struck the counter doors under the sink. I turned from the sink, knelt down on my knees, and sat back on my feet, still rubbing myself. I was getting more and more moist as I slipped my finger in and out of my vagina and occasionally rubbed my clitoris. Every time I did this, a small spurt of pee wet my fingertips. I felt the pressure grow with my pleasure. My climax approached as my bladder let go and I screamed as a warm steady splash of pee poured out of my and dribbled loudly onto the kitchen floor. I arched my back and continued to rub as I cried out, still peeing messily all over my legs and the floor. I could feel it pooling around my leg and running back to my feet. When my orgasm ended, I just sat back and let the last of my pee dribble out.
The phone rang, bringing me out of my post-orgasmic bliss. It was my husband. He would be home soon. I smiled, feeling the tingling between my legs again. He would be a lucky man that night. And maybe I would tell him about my recent pleasures, leaving Kayley out of it, of course.
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You're welcome to bounce off of some of my ideas. If any of my submissions really spark you and you feel like there could be more to the story, feel free. Especially since most of my stories contain wetting and you prefer naughty pissing, this may add an element to my stories that isn't there. I'm just saying that if you would like to use any of my stories for inspiration, you have my permission.
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Part 5 is going to be amazing. Very well done, @Alfresco. My favorite part was the girl who just sat back and let it go in her seat. I look forward to the next chapter!
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So don't try to write to Leaky's standards. Write to your own. You are a good writer, and I would rather read an original steve25805 story than a rehashed Leaky story. :-)
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And I am certain that pissing session is going to be awesome. I look forward to it.
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Excellent! Next chapter, please! :-)
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One of the best installments in this excellent series. Keep it up!
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I couldn't wait.....
Nor can I. That was incredible. I eagerly await the next chapter.
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In case you haven’t been keeping up, I am a stay-at-home housewife. My two children still live at home, but my daughter Kayley is in college and my son David is a senior in high school. My husband works a pretty demanding job in which he often works long hours. I discovered that my daughter enjoys deliberately peeing on her bedroom carpet and wetting her bed. This awakened an almost forgotten pleasure of my own, and I opened up to her and have been allowing her to continue her wetting pleasures, as long as she doesn’t mind my occasional indulgence and as long as we keep both a secret from her father and brother. Last I shared with you, while home alone again I had found the wet stain in my daughter’s bed and decided to relive the pleasure I once felt just letting my pee go in a comfortable bed. So I added to my daughter’s already impressive wet stain on her mattress.
She was the first to return home that afternoon and right away I called for her.
“Can we talk?” I asked. She smiled, but a curious look crossed her face. “I found another stain in your room, this time in your bed.”
“Oh,” she said, blushing. “Yeah, I was going to tell you about that. Since we started this wetting thing, I’ve been kind of lazy about getting out of bed to pee. I hope you’re not mad.” I wasn’t, of course, but I didn’t yet let her know that.
“You’ve ruined that mattress,” I said.
“I know, Mom, I’m sorry. But you know I don’t drink anything except water. I’ve been doing it for a while and it doesn’t really smell bad, or at least I don’t smell it.” One thing I had noticed was that although her bed was soaked, there wasn’t really a noticeable pee smell in her room. “And I don’t really plan on having anybody over anyway, so as long as we keep dad and David out of my room." The look on my daughter's face was enough to convince me, an almost pleading glance that reminded me of my own urges. She really was enjoying this new freedom to wet herself as often as she could, even in her own bed.
"Okay," I said. "But there is a condition, and if you don't feel comfortable with it, then tell me." She looked at me, obviously curious. "When I found your wet spot on the bed, I was surprised...and intrigued." She put her hand over her mouth.
"You...?"
"I did," I said. Kayley squealed and laughed. "Well," I continued, "like I told you before, I used to do this kind of thing when I was your age, but then I met your father, and... he's never been into it, so... this has given me a chance to enjoy myself."
"So...you want to know if you can wet my bed?" she asked.
"Well, not while you're in it, of course. That's a little too far, but yes... because I won't be able to wet my own, since your father sleeps in it, too." Kayley was quiet for a few seconds, as if thinking about this. Then she giggled.
"Of course, Mom. You've done so much for me by letting me open up about my wetting, why would I deny you?" She hugged me and we both laughed. "Now, if you'll excuse me a second," she said. She stepped away from me and walked into her room. I wasn't sure what she was doing until she sat on the edge of her bed and lifted her skirt up. She reached under it and pulled her panties aside. I couldn't help but watch as a steady stream sprayed messily from between her legs and splashed onto the carpet next to her bed. "Ohh, I really needed this," she moaned. "I held it all through my last class and on the way home." She smiled and I understood that the only reason she held it was so she could come home and wet her carpet again.
Watching her sent a signal to my own bladder. It wasn't serious, but I decided not to hold it. I relaxed and felt my panties fill with warm pee. I sighed as it trickled quietly down my legs and dripped to the hallway carpet under my feet. Kaylee saw this and smiled. "Wow, you just stood there and let it out."
"Mmm hmm," I said. I looked down and watched my own stream flow down my legs and glisten over my bare thighs. The flow decreased to a dribble that tickled softly against my inner thighs. It was over too soon, though, and I stood silent in the puddle at my feet.
"Thank you for this, Mom," Kayley said. "And you can use my bed anytime you want. I'm not grossed out. I understand, trust me." I smiled.
"Thank you. Do you have homework?"
"I do," she said. So I closed her door and left her alone to study. I walked into the bathroom and grabbed a towel to drop over the wet spot in the hallway. While standing outside my daughter’s door, I could hear soft moaning that made it clear she was indulging in another pleasure. I smiled as I walked down the hall to give her privacy.
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Hot story, man. I await the next installment.
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Glad you brought this thread back. Do you mind if I contribute?
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Very hot start @Pissfire. I look forward to the next chapter.
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Oh, I definitely want to hear more from Susan and Elizabeth. That was hot stuff! Keep them coming!
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Just in case you've been away, let me fill you in. I am a stay-at-home housewife because my husband's income is well enough that I don't need to work. I could work, but when we married he encouraged me to just stay home, enjoy my quiet time alone, and keep the house tidy. I know this may sound like a stereotype to a lot of women, but I love it. Especially now.
I recently found out that my 21 year old daughter enjoys wetting herself and had even wet her carpet in her bedroom a few times. I offered to allow her to continue, as long as she kept it from her father and brother. She shyly encouraged me to join her, since bother her father and brother were away at the time. I relented, and soon we were both soaking our panties and the floor in the living room.
Since that day, I have looked forward to my days alone even more than before. This has afforded me quite a few opportunities to enjoy myself without shame or embarrassment. But first, let me tell you about my daughter's behavior since that day.
She has been quite the little vixen. After her brother left for school the other day, she stood in the hallway and said, "I thought he would never leave." Then I heard the obvious hissing of her pee as a clear stream fell from between her skirt and pattered onto the floor. At breakfast, she scooted up in her chair and without saying a word just started peeing herself under the table. I could hear it dripping from her seat to the floor. Before leaving for school, she stood on the tile floor next to the front door, tugged her pants and panties to her ankles, and squatted, spraying a quick but loud jet of pee all over the tile floor. She was at least courteous enough to clean all these "accidents" when she was finished. But I could tell I had started something.
I can't be too hard on her since I have also indulged my own desires. It didn't start that way, though. At first, I just decided to do some housework. I rinsed the breakfast dishes and put them in the dishwasher. I started a load of laundry. I even swept the kitchen floor. Then I decided to just relax with a cup of coffee and a good book in the living room.
A little ways into the book, though, I was feeling the two cups of coffee I had drank that morning as my bladder was getting a bit full. I wasn't desperate yet, though, so I continued to read. I was still wearing my nightgown. It's very much a "mom gown," not sexy but soft and very comfortable. After a few more minutes, I was squirming to stay comfortable. If I sat up too much, the pressure on my abdomen made my need to pee worse. But if I reclined, I felt a little too relaxed and a couple of times I had to squeeze to keep my pee from sneaking out.
It was then that I remembered the pleasure I felt wetting myself before with my daughter. What if I didn't stop it from sneaking out? I knew I didn't want to ruin the couch, though, so I stood up and instead sat on the floor right in front of the couch. I was still able to hold my pee, so I continued my book after making myself comfortable on the living room floor.
Just a few more pages in and I was really feeling it. Now barely able to focus, I put my book down. I thought of one of the videos I had seen while browsing pee videos after discovering my daughter's naughty habits. As I sat in our living room floor, feeling my desperation grow, I decided to imagine that I was so desperate, I had to choice but to pee myself
"Oh, I have to pee so badly," I said. "But I can't just pee on the floor." I squirmed as if trying to think about what to do next, my legs still stretched out in front of me. "Oh, but I don't know if I'd even make it to the bathroom." I squirmed again and felt a tiny spurt wet the crotch of my panties. "I guess if I just pee here, it's okay." I sat up a little and spread my legs further apart. "Okay, I can't hold it anymore. I'm just... going to... Ohhhhh!"
The words might have been fake, but the relief and pleasure certainly wasn't. I moaned as a warm jet of pee soaked my panties and splashed all over my inner thighs and nightgown. I felt it warm my bottom as it soaked through my gown to the carpet under me. I gasped and reached into my gown to pull my panties aside. My stream did not stop but grew as I sprayed my warm pee on my fingers and legs. I rubbed at my clitoris, enjoying the messy wetness and squishing sounds as I stroked and slipped a finger inside. I finally orgasmed and climaxed while my pee dwindled to a gentle trickle that tickled my slit and continued to seep into my nightgown.
Since my nightgown was soaked, I took it off and dropped it into the next load of clothes. I dribbled a bit of vinegar and water on the carpet and then sopped it up with a towel and sprayed it with Febreeze. Feeling really naughty now, I decided to stay naked since no one else was home and I wasn't expecting company. I walked around the house like this, straightening the house up in the nude. When I felt the need to pee again, I just stood right where I was and let it go, keeping my legs together and enjoying the feeling of my warm pee as it sprayed my inner thighs and trickled down my legs.
When I entered my daughter's room, I saw the familiar rug in the middle of her room. I scooted it out of the way with my foot and could feel the dampness. She must have soaked her carpet after waking up this morning. I also noticed she had not made her bed. When I approached it, I pulled back the covers and right away noticed a large and unmistakable wet stain. I gasped. Although my daughter and I had discussed her wetting, the topic of bedwetting had never come up. Had she been doing this all along or was this a new part of her wet adventures?
As I stood there, just staring at the stain, a naughty thought occurred to me as I could feel pressure building in my bladder. I had a flash of my own adolescence and spending the night with my older cousin. I had awoken to the sounds of her tossing and turning in the bed next to me. When it finally stopped, I could hear a new sound in the stillness of the room. A soft hissing. Then I felt something wet against my bare legs. I couldn't believe it! My 18 year old cousin was wetting the bed right next to me! What was worse was that hearing the soft dribbling of her pee was reminding me of my own need. I could feel more of her pee flowing over to my side of the bed, and I almost thought about getting up and waking her up. But we were already soaked, and I was still a little groggy. So I lay back down, hearing and feeling the last of her flow trickle into the bed. Then I decided, since I was already wet, to just relax and empty my bladder. The relief and soothing warmth was exquisite.
Looking at the stain in my daughter's bed, I knew I wanted to feel that relief again. I climbed into her bed and pulled the covers over me. I could feel the cool dampness of the stain under me and I wondered how many times my daughter had wet this bed, and how long had she been wetting it? Those questions faded, though, as I felt the familiar pressure creeping up. I lay back, closing my eyes to feel the sensations of my body as I relaxed.
It began as a trickle, and I gasped. I couldn't help it. It felt so naughty and so amazing to think that I was about to soak my daughter's bed. I relaxed again and the trickle became a dribble. I could feel it dripping onto the sheets just under my pussy. Then the flow increased as my warm pee hissed out of me and splashed noisily. It didn't take long for a puddle to form under my bottom, but since the mattress wasn't protected I could also feel my pee being slowly absorbed. I bit my lip and let go completely, peeing freely and relishing the messy splashes of warm pee that struck the covers and fell to the sheets under me. When I finally finished, I sighed with relief and pleasure. I knew this would not be the last time I wet the bed.
Next time: Mother and daughter talk about bedwetting
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Wet wulf ,
I wish I could do that though my DVD is not on DV master tape . Which I think is needed to capture an image from it
Though will do some checking into it . Since I'm still learning to operate my computer correctly in how do do everything on here the right way :banghead:
So bear with me on this .
Kevin
Did you have any luck with this? Does anyone else have the digital form of this video? I would buy it, but right now money is a problem.
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Maybe I will post a story on my blog : )
I'm looking forward to that. Keep us posted.
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Oh yes I have a story to share but I am not sure it will be allowed on this forum : )
You'll have to message me that one. ;-)
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Nice story. :thumbsup:
It reminded me somewhat of Leaky_One's Lindsay and Maeby, but with a wetting angle.
That was my inspiration.
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WARNING: This story contains some mother/daughter wetting together scenes. If you find that sort of thing incestuous, please read no further. Otherwise, enjoy.
Being a stay-at-home housewife certainly has its challenges. For starters, I do most of the cleaning around the house. This isn't easy with a son (18), a daughter (21), and a husband. However, being a housewife comes with its advantages, as well. I get a lot of time to myself.
My husband travels a lot for his career, and my children are both in school full time, my son a senior in high school and my daughter in her second year of beauty school. We have a nice house, made possible by my husband's hefty salary. He has offered to hire a housekeeper, but I don't mind cleaning since it gives me something to do when I am home alone. And, as you may imagine, time alone gives me an opportunity to take care of some needs my husband is unable to take care of while he is away. I know what you might be thinking, and no I would never cheat on him. But I do often indulge in the occasional self-pleasure, sometimes stripping down completely and laying back in our cozy bed to rub myself to a screaming climax. On a few naughtier instances, I have even sat in our living room and just slipped my hand into my leggings to gently touch my clitoris, biting my lip and bucking my hips as I orgasm while sitting on our couch.
Cleaning the house also comes with its surprises. For the most part, I try to respect my childrens' privacy. Especially my daughter's, since she is an adult. Sometimes, though, I uncover a few secrets that were not hidden as well as my kids might think. Like many mothers, I once found my son's pornography collection. I just slipped it back into the box under his bed and never spoke of finding it. I have also found condoms and letters from girls. His father and I both have had "the talk" with him, so again I never mentioned finding these items.
My daughter doesn't have many secrets. Or so I thought. While cleaning her room one evening, though, I decided to move her furniture around in order to thoroughly vacuum the entire carpet. When I moved a throw rug she had placed on the floor next to her bed, I noticed that the carpet under it was just a little darker than the rest. The darker spot was not as wide as the throw rug, so I knew it couldn't just be because the rug had been there for a while. Curious, I touched the spot with my foot and realized it was slightly damp. I thought my daughter must have spilled something and then tried to hide it with the rug. But that wasn't like her. She had spilled food and drinks in her room before and always either told me about it or cleaned the mess up herself.
I knelt down and touched the wet spot with my fingers. Then I brought my fingers to my nose and immediately recognized the smell. It was pee! There was no mistaking that smell. And from the strength of the smell and the fact that the carpet was still damp, it wasn't that old, either. My daughter must have...what? Peed on her floor before going to school this morning and then covered it with the rug to hide it from me? Was it an accident and maybe she was too embarrassed to tell me? What was more surprising than the dampness on the carpet was the dampness I felt between my legs as I imagined my daughter standing over this spot, or maybe squatting, and just peeing like it was a normal thing to do. The more I pictured this in my head, the more curious I became and I felt my cheeks flush with embarrassment. I quickly placed the rug back and decided today wasn't the day to vacuum my daughter's room. I just decided to pick up some trash and laundry. I made a note, though, to ask her about the stain later, if I had the courage and could think of a way to do it without embarrassing her. As I reached down to scoop up some laundry, though, I caught another unmistakable scent of pee. I looked closely at the clothes in my hand until I saw a pair of my daughter's panties, obviously damp in the crotch area and towards the front.
Not only had my daughter peed on her carpet, she had done so while wearing these panties. For a few seconds, all I could do was stare and blink in disbelief. But again I felt a familiar and pleasant wetness between my legs, the kind that signals my need to masturbate. This is usually saved for moments when I'm sitting around thinking about my husband and his strong hands all over me. But I felt it now, after discovering my daughter's naughty "accident". I now wondered, after finding the panties, if it were an accident at all. I took the clothes into the laundry room and tried to put it out of my mind.
The rest of the afternoon was uneventful. My son called to say he would be going to a friend's house after school. I got online after hanging up the phone. My heart beat faster as I had an idea. I opened a private browsing window and typed in the address for a search engine. I hesitated for a few seconds, staring at the search bar, before typing “carpet peeing.” The very first link was to a site on which girls confess to embarrassing experiences. The topic for this thread was about girls who have peed on their own bedroom carpet. In some of the stories, the girls confessed to embarrassing accidents, waking up having to pee so bad they couldn’t make it to the bathroom, some unable to get to the bathroom because it was occupied. A few stories, though, were written by girls who admitted to enjoying the thrill of just soaking their bedroom carpet on purpose. Some enjoyed pulling their pants down and squatting while others confessed to leaving their panties and even pajama bottoms on while letting go and feeling it drip down their legs. As I read these stories, I felt that familiar damp tingle again. This time, I didn’t ignore it. I reached my hand into my leggings and started to caress my clitoris. It didn’t take long before I was gasping and then crying out as I climaxed. When I finished, I closed the browser window. I felt a mix of pleasure and shame as I composed myself and decided to distract myself with more housework.
A few hours later, the front door opened and I peeked down the hall to see my daughter standing in the doorway. She looked exhausted, still wearing her beautician’s smock, her face a tired frown.
“Hey, Mom,” she said.
“How was your day?” I asked.
“Ugh. Exhausting. After two hours of listening to lectures and watching hairstyling demonstrations, I had to work on fifteen different clients. Fifteen!” She tossed her smock onto the couch and sat down beside it, and I settled into the recliner. As she continued to complain, bemoaning the shortage of students in the shop today overwhelming the rest of them, I tried to listen. I really did. But I just could not get the image of my day’s discovery out of my head. “How was your day?” she asked.
“Umm…well…” I hesitated, but knew I was going to pry. “Can we talk for a minute?” She looked at me, her expression changing to concern. “Oh, it’s nothing serious,” I said. “Not really, anyway. But I found something this morning…” I paused again, and as I looked at her I saw her face redden. “I was cleaning your room and I decided to vacuum.”
“Oh my god,” she said, covering her mouth. “Mom, I’m so sorry.”
“You don’t have to be sorry, honey. Things happen. I just wish you hadn’t tried to hide it from me.”
“I know. I know. It’s just…I didn’t know what you would think, and…”
“I’m not even sure what I think,” I said. And I wasn’t sure, not yet anyway. “What…can you tell me what happened? If you’re too embarrassed, I understand.”
“Well,” she started, her face reddening again, “You know I was running late this morning. As soon as I got dressed, I really needed to pee, but David was in the shower. I had to think of something because his showers take forever. I swear I held it as long as I could, and when it didn’t seem like he was coming out any time soon, I just had the idea to move the throw rug, pee there, and hope no one would see it until it dried. I’m really sorry, Mom.”
“I told you, you don’t have to be sorry.” I meant it, too. My daughter was a grown woman, and the carpet was luckily a dark enough color that after the spot dried, it would probably be completely unnoticeable. “But,” I continued, “I found your wet panties, too.” Her face reddened again.
“Oh,” she said.
“You know you can tell me anything. I really just want to know…did you wet yourself on purpose?” She looked down at the floor. I’d known that gesture since she was a little girl.
“Yes,” she said. “I mean, sort of. All that stuff about David was true. I did try to hold it. But…when I needed to go, I did wet my panties on purpose.” She looked at me now, her face still red. “And it’s not the first time.” Now my face reddened.
She told me about a night a few months ago when she stayed with her friend Kiki. They both had a lot to drink and were staggering around Kiki’s house, laughing, when Kiki gasped and a trail of pee flowed down her legs. Kiki had stopped laughing and was instead standing still, her mouth open, sighing and watching her pee splash onto the floor. It was obvious to my daughter that she was enjoying herself. Then Kiki looked right at her and encouraged her to pee, too, if she needed to. “I’d like to say it was just the alcohol, but Mom, seeing Kiki enjoying herself like that, I wanted to try it, too.” So she did, right there in her best friend’s hallway, just let go and soaked her panties.
After her story, I felt the damp tingle again. I pictured all of it in my head and caught another flash of my daughter wetting her panties in her room, not caring as her warm pee dripped onto her carpet. I couldn’t help myself. “How did it feel?” I asked.
“Oh, Mom, so good. It was warm and relaxing, and…” she blushed again, “it kind of tickled my clit. If I had peed longer, I probably would have orgasmed right in front of Kiki.” I bit my lip, trying to imagine what that would feel like, having a warm trickle of pee caress my clitoris. “I’m sorry if this is grossing you out, Mom.” I hesitated again, still wondering about what I was feeling and thinking.
“It’s not grossing me out,” I said. “You’re an adult. If you found something that gives you pleasure, I don’t want to mess that up for you. There are so many worse things you could be doing.” Kayley smiled and then looked at the floor again.
“What if…” She paused, shuffling her feet like a little girl. “What if I wanted to do it again?” My eyes widened, but I also smiled.
“I suppose that would be okay. The carpet probably won’t stain, but you still need to clean it because of the smell.” Now her eyes widened.
“Oh, thank you, Mom, thank you. I promise I’ll clean it up. I just...I don’t want to hide it from you anymore.”
“I appreciate that. But you have to keep it from your father and brother, okay?”
“Okay,” she said. “I kind of have to pee now. Do you want me to go to the bathroom, or can I…?” I couldn’t help but laugh, but my laugh faded as I remembered that the carpet in the living room was the same color tone as her bedroom.
“You don’t even have to leave this room, if you don’t want,” I said. The words were out before I could stop them. I don’t think I wanted to.
“Are you saying…?”
“Just pee here,” I said. “As long as…” I paused again. “As long as you don’t mind if I join you?” She stared at me, wide-eyed again.
“Are you serious?” she asked. I nodded. “If you want,” she said. “I don’t care. But I know I can’t hold it anymore. I’m just gonna go, Mom.” She stood up from the couch and then parted her legs just a bit.
“Aren’t you going to take your pants off first?” I asked.
“No, I’m sorry, but I’m just…Ohhhh.” After her obvious moan of relief, a dark stain showed up in the crotch of her light blue pants right away. “Mmm, that feels so good. Ohhh, Mom, thank you. I’m sorry, but it just feels so amazing to just let go in my pants. Ohh.” The wet stain spread and glistened as Kayley closed her eyes and sighed. “That’s much better. Mom, you have to try it.”
What Kayley didn’t know was that I had been avoiding the bathroom for a while, anticipating our conversation when she got home, hoping this opportunity would come. If it hadn’t, I just would have used the bathroom like normal and went on with life like normal. But now…
“I can’t believe I’m about to do this,” I said. Kayley smiled as I stood up from the recliner. I could feel the pressure in my bladder pushing closer to the edge. I closed my eyes and just let go. I gasped as a quick and hot jet of pee sprayed into my panties and enveloped my crotch with such delicious warmth that I had to bite my lip to keep from squealing. The spray became a steady hissing flow that filled my panties and trickled around my inner thighs and down my legs. I opened my eyes and watched as the front and legs of my leggings glistened. “Oh, my god,” I said. “Ohh, Kayley, it’s so warm. Mmmm.”
“I told you,” she said. My warm pee continued to flow, soaking my pants and dripping onto the carpet at my feet.
“Oh, wow,” I moaned. “Ohhh, this is so not the last time we’re doing this,” I said. And I meant it. As my flow finally dwindled, I could not help but reach my hand to the crotch of my soaked leggings and rub gently. It didn’t take much before I was squealing, and right in front of my daughter I had a small, but satisfying orgasm. My face reddened and I looked at her. “I’m so sorry,” I said.
"It’s okay, Mom, really. I’m glad you enjoyed yourself.”
After getting towels and some Febreeze to clean up our mess, I made a deal with Kayley. She could wet herself anywhere in the house within reason. It couldn’t cause stains (like furniture, mattresses, etc.), the smell had to be covered up, and her father and brother could never know about it. She thanked me again, and I knew after my very pleasurable wetting experience that this was just the beginning.
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Yes, more please. A flight attendant who enjoys peeing? A recipe for a very hot series.