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I have a lot of stories about really needing to pee with my mom. We both had a weak bladder, so peeing was never a super taboo subject with my mom. We were ok with peeing in front of each other and talking about accidents and close calls we had. That meant we were comfortable because we eventually learned to “stick together” in a house full of boys. My brothers LOVED to tease me whenever I needed to pee. I think all these combining factors led to my fetish today. Anyway, I will use this thread to share all the memorable accidents and close calls I had with my mother. I hope you all enjoy it! 
 

My first story involved me and my mom at the mall way back when I was in high school. We spent most of the day together shopping, getting manicures, etc. We both peed right before we went to the food court. She got a large lemonade, and I got a large soda. Less than an hour later, my urge was very strong, as was my mom’s. We were checking out some clothes when we both looked at each other and silently both agreed that we badly needed to pee. Grabbing all our bags, we speedwalked over to the ladies room. Unfortunately, there was a really long line. I mean, REALLY long. I didn’t say a word, but my mom could tell by my facial expression what I was thinking. “I know sweetie, but we have no other choice.” 
Both of us were extremely fidgety and crossed our legs. Eventually, it evolved into a full on potty dance. I was bending over from how badly I needed to go. My mom tried to comfort me by placing her hand on my back and rubbing it, but even she was getting super nervous. She was trying to hide her urge, which she did remarkably well considering how badly she needed to pee. But when the line was down to 10 ladies, she couldn’t hide it anymore and started doing a very obvious, embarrassing potty dance like me. Both her hands went into her crotch, as did mine. When a stall finally opened, we both rushed inside. It was a normal sized stall, but with two ladies and a bunch of shopping bags, it got pretty crowded. We frantically went to work on undoing our belts, but it took both of us a solid 30 seconds. When we ripped our pants down, we just lifted the seat and sat on it together. Not exactly comfortable and pretty awkward, but like I said, we were very desperate, so we could care less. It wasn’t until I finished peeing that I realized that I forgot to pull down my panties. My panties and my pad were totally soaked. My mother got her panties down, but she leaked so much that she might as well have peed through them too. Luckily, my mother had been through so many situations like that up until that day that she came prepared and immediately went into damage control mode. She pulled some plastic bags out of her purse that we used to put our soiled panties in. She pulled out spare panties and pads for both of us to wear. We both had noticeable wet spots on our jeans, so we shoved as much toilet paper into the crotch of our pants as we could and wrapped our jackets around our waists. We flushed, washed our hands, and left. 
Because our bladders were significantly weakened by that whole ordeal, we got desperate again on the way home. We planned to take the subway and walked the rest of the way to our apartment. Only, we underestimated how fast we would need to pee again. I started holding my crotch and crossing my legs while sitting in the subway. My mom looked at me and said “you too huh?” And grabbed her crotch as well. As soon as we reached our stop, we bolted out the door. Our stop didn’t have a bathroom for some reason, so we just prayed that we could hold it on the walk back. We couldn’t. We both had to stop every few second to cross our legs and bend over, and maybe shove a hand or two into our crotch. My mom grabbed my hand and lead me to a nearby alleyway, where we proceeded to pop a squat and alleviate a potential disaster. 
 

Not sure if this question has been asked before, but what are your favorite clothes to do pee stuff in? Wetting, holds, desperation, whatever. I have this pair of men’s pants that are a bit big on me, but nothing that a belt can’t fix. Because the zipper is bigger, I tried to pee standing up through the zipper. I love doing this when I’m desperate 

One of my strangest places was my own hamper of dirty clothes back in college. After a night of partying, the last thing my bladder wanted to do was wait for my roommate to finish showering. 

I woke up this morning with that iconic morning pee urge, the kind that you can’t replicate no matter how hard you try. It was made especially worse due to the fast that I had a couple glasses of wine last night. I immediately ran to the backyard and behind the shed, where no one can see me. I peed standing up for what was probably over a minute, but I started leaking all the way back at my bed!

If you’ve read my posts on here before, you know that I don’t always get access to the bathroom in time. As a mother with a mom bladder and two kids to look after, I often have to delay relieving myself, sometimes for a couple hours. Sometimes it leads to a really embarrassing situation, like what happened yesterday. 
One of my toilets wasn’t working so I had to call a plumber. He said he would be at my house at around 2pm. Great, plenty of time to run errands. After eating breakfast, me and the boys set out to do several errands that day. Our last stop was at the mall. I needed some new clothes, and while we were at it, we could hit the food court as a reward. I had already been feeling the urge to go for a while, probably from all that coffee I drank. I figured that we could use the bathroom before leaving and be home before the plumber came. The urge was definitely noticeable, but I figured that since the bathroom was close by, it wouldn’t be an issue. It was. 
I made the mistake of downing a large coke, and in the half an hour we spent roaming around the mall, my urge jumped up drastically. I had to squeeze my legs together every 20 or so seconds, which made walking with multiple bags, a purse, and a kid in each hand, very awkward and difficult. When we turned the corner and saw that the ladies room was closed for repairs. I cursed under my breath, bit my lip, and awkwardly bent over slightly to keep my pants dry. I waited and waited, doing a slightly potty dance, but I realized that I wasn’t accomplishing anything by making a fool out of myself. Plus, it’s nightly unlikely that they would have finished in the next few minutes. So we went to the next bathroom, where to my horror, I saw an incredibly long line, probably because the only other ladies room was closed. I knew I wasn’t going to last in this line, so I didn’t even bother waiting in it. But I still badly needed to relieve myself. I thought about going in a plant, or squatting in a corner, but it was too public. We went back to the car, where I considered squatting right there, but I wrongly assumed I could hold it much longer than I actually could have and decided to keep my dignity. Plus, there were too many people around. 
The ride home was a nightmare. Traffic made a 15 minute drive into a 30minute one. That doesn’t sound like a lot, but I did not have this in mind when I decided to forgo relieving my bladder. Every second counts for me when my bladder needs to be emptied. The entire 30 minute drive, I was squeezing my legs and shoving a hand in my crotch, desperately trying to hold off the impending flood. Despite the ac being on, I felt incredibly hot and started sweating in places where there shouldn’t be that much sweat. I tried to loosen my belt, but it was way too hard to do while leaning forward. I tried to lean back so it was easier, but when I did that, I leaked. I immediately abandoned that idea. When we finally arrived home, I unloaded everything and everyone, barely holding on. I ran into my room to throw the bags and my purse on my bed and ran to the bathroom immediately after.
To my horror, as soon as I got into the doorway of the bathroom, the doorbell rang. FUCK! The plumber was here! I had no choice but to answer the door. He came in and I did my best to hide my urge from him, but it was almost impossible. My suspicions were confirmed when he said that he was going to have to shut off my water, but that I could use the bathroom first. I immediately bolted into the bathroom and could hear him chuckle a little as I closed the door. My cheeks were so red from the embarrassment, but I didn’t care. I barely got my pants down, and when I pulled them back up, I noticed a wet spot. It was very noticeable. But, it was too late. I could do nothing about it. I flushed, washed my hands, and changed right after. 

This has happened to me a couple of times. My favorite memory was when me and a friend on my softball team in college went to a party and we drank a little too much. The line for the bathroom at the party was ridiculous, so we just headed back to her dorm. We were so desperate that we were potty dancing while she tried to unlock her door. When we got inside, it was mad dash for the bathroom. I practically pushed her aside and slammed the door of her own bathroom and let out a huge sigh of relief as I emptied my bladder (sorry not sorry!) She cursed at me from outside the bathroom and kept banging on the door. When I finally opened the door, she pushed me out the way and the exact same second the door closed, I heard one of the most powerful streams I’ve ever heard go right into the toilet.

When my senior year of highschool came around, I decided to get a job to earn some extra money. After some searching, I eventually got a job as a dishwasher for a local restaurant. I would head there immediately after school. It was a bit of a walk away, but nothing too crazy. I immediately changed into my work uniform in a dusty old closet, which was just my regular jeans that I wore that day and a t shirt with the restaurant logo on it, and an apron. I waited to use the employee restroom, but I had no chance; I had to get to work immediately. 
Being around water while you have to pee is PURE TORTURE! My urge increased substantially in no more than an hour. The employee bathroom was just a small, single occupant restroom that was always occupied since, well, there was only one. Before I could get the chance to pee, the dinner rush came in. 
It was a Friday night so it was especially crowded. It seemed like for every dish that I washed, 10 more found their way into my hands. I was so distracted by my workload, that I forgot about my urge until I had to cross my legs and bend over at one point. I was doing a slight potty dance now. Not the kind where you are doubled over, but the kind where you shift from foot to foot and  do “high knees.” After a while, it became impossible to ignore, so I quickly excused myself and headed to that cramped little bathroom, but still, no chance. I bit down on my lip and jiggled in place a bit before my manager called me back. I was now doing a much more noticeable potty dance. Thankfully, restaurant kitchens are usually so busy no employee notices that kind of stuff. Except one waitress who was and still is a good friend of mine. 
After another 20 or so minutes, I felt my first leak. I ran over to the bathroom. Still occupied. I banged on the door and told whoever was inside to hurry up. I was much more frantic now. I started to fear the worst: I would have an accident in front of all my coworkers. They would never let me live it down. After 5 minutes, the person still wasn’t out. Tears started to form in my eyes and I started to do the full on potty dance. At last, the person came out and i practically pushed them aside and ran into the cramped little bathroom. Normally, I put toilet paper down when I pee, but I was too desperate to go through that process. I frantically tried to undo my belt, but it was so tight against my big belly and bulging bladder that I would barely grasp onto it with my sweaty hands. I could feel sweat dripping down my back and into my butt crack. Tears were now rolling down cheeks as I made one final attempt to relieve myself. I finally undid my pants, but unfortunately, just as I unbuttoned my jeans, it came out, all at once. I got a few seconds of pee into my jeans. I sat down and practically cried tears of joy/relief. I lifted my apron and inspected the damage. Decent wet spot, but the apron could cover it. Well the front at least. Thankfully, no one noticed the wet spot on the back of my jeans and I went home that night, with a full bladder, because I fro desperate again from the weekend state of my bladder. And of course, my brothers were ruthless when I came home desperate and made me have an accident by not letting me into the bathroom. 

Running errands with my kids is always a nightmare since I rarely get an opportunity to pee. I just have to hope that we can finish fast enough, but that never happens, and it’s lead to some embarrassing situations. 
Today, we were running the usual errands and our final stop was at a mall.  Since I was so busy, I didn’t notice my bladder filling up from earlier this morning. In a couple hours, I was fidgety and had to cross my legs every few seconds, so I did my best to hold it in and set off to find a bathroom. I did, but the ladies line was way out the door, like WAY out the door. I felt my heart sink. My kids had to go too, but the mens room was not crowded at all, so I let them go ahead so they wouldn’t have to wait as long as me. When they came back, the ladies line had barely moved, but I had no choice. I was squirming around like crazy, anyone who looked at me long enough could see that I badly needed to relieve myself. Then the bending over started. I worried that I wasn’t going to make it! When there were only 5 ladies ahead of me, I felt a spurt. I tensed up as much as I could to stop it. Then it hit me. “Fuck, I’m gonna piss myself if I don’t get into a stall in the next couple minutes!” I thought to myself. When i was finally the next one to go, I was full on potty dancing. I could feel the eyes of a dozen ladies staring at my back, and I’m pretty sure I heard some snickering. When we finally got into a stall, I tossed down all my bags and my purse and started undoing my pants. Whenever I’m desperate, I always fumble with my pants, ALWAYS. It took me maybe 20 seconds just to undo my belt, and by the time I got my pants down, I just started to pee. I plopped down on the toilet and breathed a huge sigh of relief. I didn’t notice until after I emptied my bladder that I was so frantic that I forgot to take off my panties. I didn’t care anymore though. But then I went to inspect my jeans. Fuck. A very noticeable wet spot. Not huge, but not tiny. I was very obvious that I pissed myself a little. It’s not like I could wait for it to dry while there were women waiting to get into my stall, so I did the best I could. I wiped my panties and jeans as much as I could, shoved as much toilet paper in my crotch as I could, put my pants back on, washed my hands, and left the bathroom. Like I said, it’s not like I could have hid it. So I had to walk out with wet pants, for everyone in public to see. 
I had to pee again only 5 minutes away from home, but it’s not as simple as getting home and running to the bathroom. I had to get all the bags out of the car, get my kids inside, make sure everyone took off their shoes before going crazy again, the typical mom stuff. I was potty dancing in front of the toilet again by the time I finally got to pee. As embarrassing as it was, it was super thrilling. That experience has weakened my bladder for the day, so I’m trying not to piss myself as I write this.

I have a diaper fetish and I also really like spanking, but specifically with a belt. I don’t know why, but I’ve asked some sexual partners to spank me with their belt and it really turns me on. 

A few months ago. I hooked up with a coworker at my last job. Nothing really came out of it though. I haven’t been on a true date in years because a lot of people are hesitant to date single moms, which I get, but it does make me feel pretty lonely. On the plus side, I got a new and better job, I bought a house, and my new neighbor is REALLY sexy and single. We’ve been talking a lot and I’m considering asking him out. 

I once had sex with a guy with a nearly full bladder during my lunch break. I told him I needed to pee first, but I guess we were both too horny to care, so we ignored it. The feeling of a full bladder intensified my orgasm so much. After I orgasmed, I immediately went to pee. He laughed and said “that bad?” It was really embarrassing, but I’ve always wanted to have full bladder sex and it feels so good, so I would say after.

I was out running errands with my kids in public and we stopped at McDonald’s for lunch. I had a large coke, which I quickly regretted. I needed to pee not too long after, but keeping track of two kids while trying to do important things is easier said than done, so I didn’t get any potty breaks. They love going to see their grandparents so I dropped them off there before finishing the rest of what I needed to do. I was so busy and distracted that I hadn’t realized how bad I needed to go. I was at a 7/10 and was fidgeting around in my car seat, really wishing I had used the bathroom at my parents house. It quickly jumped to an 8/10, then 9/10, then 9.5/10. I was squeezing my legs as hard as I could but I couldn’t stop the leaks. My crotch was wet and I knew I needed a toilet fast. I saw a nearby gas station and pulled over. I ran over to the toilets but they were locked/ I potty danced for a minute before realizing that they were probably locked, so I went inside to the little convenience store and went up to the cashier. 
“excuse me, I-“ 

“wait in line maam.” 
So I waited behind the lady who was being checked out, and I was furiously potty dancing. I was pacing around and my knees kept buckling every few seconds. When it was finally my turn it tried to stay composed as possible, but I really couldn’t. I stood up and straight as I could, tensed you every muscles in my body, crossed my legs, put both my hands in my crotch, and used the remainder of my energy to ask the man at the register to unlock the bathroom. 
“Bathrooms are for customers only.” 
WHAT?!?!? Why didn’t you tell me that when you saw me come into your store potty dancing?!

”Can you please make an exception im about to pee my pants-“ 

“No exceptions maam, either buy something or get out.”

”Please, sir, I really need-“ 

“NO!”

“FINE!”

I took a pack of gum and threw it on the counter. I was literally at a 10/10 and could feel the pee leaking out of my crotch. He rang me up and I paid, but by the time he handed me back my change, I had already lost control and peed myself on the floor. He froze for a second and then went to unlock the bathroom like nothing happened. 
When I got into the bathroom I took off my pants and inspected the damage. Totally soaked. I peed a little bit into the toilet and washed my hands, put back on my soaked jeans, and left. When I got home, I changed and hopped into the shower, where I proceeded to make myself orgasm with the shower head. It was obviously very mortifying, but so hot at the same time. 
 

Today, I had to pee right before my lunch break, but they closed the restrooms in my office for cleaning, because they figured that since it was close to lunchtime it wouldn’t be a problem. I managed to make it to lunch, where I drove to a nearby food spot and ordered my food, before making my way to the ladies room. All the stalls were occupied, so I did the only natural thing to do: undo my pants and pee in the sink. I wasn’t desperate, but I will say that I did pick up the pace when making my way to the toilets! 

Quick little story: I was in a local park with my kids and over by the porta potties, I see a woman, and she clearly has to go. She was lifting her knees up and her heels were hitting her lower butt, you know, those “high steps” people do when they have to pee. She knocked on the door of the porta potty multiple times, but it took forever for the person to come out. She almost bent over at one point, but then quickly caught herself and stood back up. I guess she realized that she was in public and didn’t want anyone to realize she was desperate. Of course, she failed because I’m posting about it here, lol.

One time, I was in high school and this one popular girl got her hands on alcohol and had a party while her parents were on vacation. I didn’t really know my limit at the time so I ended up drinking a bit too much, getting tipsy, and more importantly, having to pee really bad. Unfortunately, there was only one bathroom in the house and it seemed like every girl there was in line for it. What’s even worse was that most girls weren’t peeing, they were going in to fix up their makeup or have sex. I couldn’t take it anymore, and I started leaking. I snuck off into a bedroom and squatted over a trash can.

On 7/6/2022 at 4:40 AM, amzy90 said:

Any of you party girls ever pee in a taxi/bus/train because you were drunk and bursting on the way to/from a night out? 😍

I definitely have!

On 6/27/2022 at 10:44 PM, typicalpeee13 said:

Where are some places you’ve peed while on the construction job? 

Mostly random alleys or semi private areas where there isn’t much foot traffic, but also in the parking lots, where I would rip off my jeans and pray no one walk by

I always pee in the shower, and occasionally pee in the bathroom sink just for fun. Sometimes I used it out of emergency, and if the bathroom was occupied I would sometimes pee in the kitchen sink

Bathroom access at my job as a construction worker is a nasty porta potty and I hate using it, so sometimes I have to take a risky public pee. One week it actually got damaged because of weather the night before and they had to get a replacement, but they were in no hurry because everyone at my job is male and they just go behind the bushes. I had to find somewhere else further away, and we weren’t really close to any businesses so I had to walk a decent distance away to pee. Sometimes we’re super busy so I have to try and hold it for hours.

One of my past jobs was a waitress, and on days we were really busy and/or understaffed, there was no shortage of work to be done. One of these days I was bursting from holding it for hours, and when I finally got the opportunity to take a break I ran to the bathroom but it was occupied, so I went into the cleaning supplies closet and peed in the big sink they have in there

I love this too! And I’ve had some experience with it. I was never really a shy girl so I did go to a lot of parties with my friends when I was younger, at peoples houses and at clubs etc. I frequently found myself having partying a bit too hard and having too much to drink, so emergency pees in random corners or outside. But since I wasn’t always comfortable with that, I did occasionally find myself at the end of a line for the bathroom, hunched over with my legs crossed and my hands jammed into my crotch, alcohol flowing through me, making it 10x harder to hold.

I just pee through my one piece if I’m at the beach or at the pool, or pull aside the crotch. One time though I made the mistake of wearing a one piece that didn’t allow me to just pull it aside and pee. I was super desperate and I wasn’t thinking straight, so when I realized I wore my one piece under my regular clothes, I panicked and was desperate trying to get it off while leaking, withiutbrealize I was going to be swimming in a little while anyway and that I could have just sat and pews through it.