Amazon Mom

[Darkguy 333]

This contains extreme vandalism. If that's not your thing, don't read it. This is the first in another multi-part series. It is a continuation of my previous story In My Room. If you want to read that here is a link. In My Room I finished this part yesterday, but didn't feel like editing it until now.

I was standing in the kitchen, nervously drinking from a bottle of water. I would normally never be up this early, but Claire was insistent we had to leave before five if we wanted to make the most of the day. She had several locations in mind. The first one was time sensitive.

I should introduce myself. My name is Lillian. I’m thirty eight, six foot three and muscular. I have black hair, massive tits and a big ass. I’m often told I look like a modern day Amazon. I live alone with my son, but my sister, Sarah, has been staying with us recently. Not long ago I found out my sister was peeing in my son’s room, but I had to go so bad I did as well! I know. I’m bad. It reminded me of the things I did as a young woman.

When I was younger, I used to enjoy peeing in the locker room after boxing practice. When I got a bit older I was even wilder. I used to get into all sorts of trouble. I was pretty good at peeing standing up before I became “respectable.” I’d left my wild past behind fourteen years ago.

I married a man with a good job and settled down to raise a family. Everything was great until six months ago when my husband died in an accident. I guess I never stopped blaming my son for it, which is why peeing in his room was so fun. The fact he’s a lazy pain in the ass also helps contribute to the fun factor.

This all leads to today. My niece Vanessa is staying at our house with two of her friends. One is her girlfriend, the other is a young cam girl named Claire. Claire is the gothic type. She wears leather and makeup, has tattoos and piercings, the whole works.

Anyways, Claire specializes in pissing. She suggested I could make a lot of money if I got into the business. I didn’t need the money, but something inside me wanted to do it. I hadn’t embraced that side of myself for a long while. I didn’t want to be seen peeing in my son’s room on the internet, so Claire said she would find some other places for us to go for some naughty pees.

Claire came into the kitchen as I finished my water. There was already a pressure in my bladder. I hoped the first location wasn’t too far. I could last for a while, but you never knew how bad traffic would be.

“Are you ready?” asked Claire.

“Y-yes.” I managed. It was hard talking about this.

Claire led the way out to the car. I was driving, but she knew where to go. My eyes were locked on her ass. Every time I saw Claire I couldn’t help but remember when she masturbated herself to a furious orgasm while watching me pee.

I climbed into the driver seat as Claire got into shotgun. Claire was absentmindedly rubbing her pussy through her skirt. She stuck her tongue out at me when she saw I was watching.

“How many places are we going today?” I asked.

“I have four spots in mind.” replied Claire. “I hope that’s alright with you?”

“I’ll be fine as long as we have lots to drink.”

Claire grinned. “I can promise you that.”

Claire gave instructions as I drove. She wouldn’t tell me where we were going. She said the surprise was one of the best parts. I was expecting a park or something. When Claire had us pull into a shopping complex I was shocked.

“Where are we going?” I asked.

Claire just smiled. “I know a guy.”

It was easy to find a parking spot. The place was practically empty. The mall wasn’t even open yet. I had been wondering if Claire planned to go in a changing room or something, but that didn’t make any sense.

We climbed out of the car. Claire hurried over to the entrance of the mall. I noticed she was clutching her crotch as she ran. The poor girl must be bursting. A security guard opened the door and walked out to meet us. I prepared to book it, but he didn’t look upset. Instead he was grinning from ear to ear.

Claire stopped in front of the man. “This is Jack.” she introduced. “He’s a fan of my videos. He agreed to let us into the mall so we could have our fun.”

Jack checked me out while I did the same. He was tall and muscular. Although, I was still a few inches taller than him. He had absolute confidence in his motions. I would place him somewhere in his early thirties. The cropped hair cut and clean, spotless uniform made me think military.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you ma’am.” said Jack. He held his hand out. I took it and gave him a firm shake. He seemed impressed. He pointed to the doors. “This way ladies.”

“Aren’t the other security guards?” I asked.

Jack shook his head. “This mall has always skimped on the detail. I’m the only one here this morning.”

“Jack’s also going to fill in for our cameraman.” explained Claire as we walked into the building.

She handed Jack the case she had brought with her. Claire said she wanted a good camera for the first location. We might have to use a phone for a few of the other sites. Phones were more discreet than the beast Jack took from her. He removed the camera and set it up quickly. In a minute he was ready to shoot, which was good because we were both desperate for a piss.

“We have three hours before anyone else shows up.” said Jack. “You should have time for a couple pisses if you manage your time correctly.”

“I know where I want to go.” said Claire. She looked at me. “I think we can use the first store together. Then we can look for stores which strike us each individually while we wait for our bladders to fill again.”

Claire led Jack through the mall. It took her a few minutes to find the store she was looking for. She stopped in front of the mall’s GameStop and pointed. My face turned a bright red. I knew for I fact I’d taken my son to this store before. Now Claire wanted me to pee in it?

“This is the spot.” stated Claire. “You ready, Lily?”

“To be honest, if I don’t go in here I’m probably going to wet myself.” I admitted. I reminded myself this wasn’t the worst thing I’d done.

Jack unlocked the store for us so we could go inside. Before we did Claire motioned for me to stand next to her. Jack stood in front with the camera ready. He began to count us down. I could barely stare at the camera. Was I really doing this? I tried to hold in my fear, but I wanted to run away. Claire slapped my ass which jolted me out of my funk. Jack turned the camera on. We were recording. I swallowed my butterflies.

“This is Ravenbitch with a new friend!” exclaimed Claire. She gestured to me. “This is my friend’s cousin’s mom. You can call her Amazon Mom.” We’d spent a while discussing what my name would be and had finally settled on that. The one Claire had originally wanted was a lot more vulgar. “We’re here in the local mall to spread some of our patented pissing pleasure. This is just the first stop of our trip so don’t put your cocks away too soon!”

Jack swung the camera around to show we were in fact in a mall. Then he zoomed out to show the store we were in front of.

“I figured this would be a good place to get our game on.” said Claire. “Have you ever played with games?” she asked.

“N-no.” I replied.

Claire laughed. “There’s a first time for everything.” She spun to the camera. “We’re going to fuck this place up.”

Claire strode into the GameStop. I followed behind her. Claire started stripping slowly in front of the camera. I took my clothes of as well, but she made it look more natural. I was an old woman trying her hand at a young woman’s game. I felt as if my blush was spreading over my entire body as I got my boobs and butt out for the whole world to see. Jack’s cock stiffening in his pants as he watched me didn’t help.

Soon the only thing Claire wore were the heavy leather boots she had brought. She’d made me bring a pair of my own, but I wasn’t wearing them.

Claire jumped over the counter and grabbed a key from somewhere. She walked over to a case filled with small cartridges. I didn’t know anything about video games, but I thought I’d seen my son walking around with a few of them before.

Claire pulled the games out of the case and threw them on the floor. She gathered them all up in a pile. Claire stared directly at the camera and bit her lip. She put one finger in her mouth before giving an evil smile.

“I think I know where I’m going.” she stated.

Claire slowly lowered herself down until her vagina was a hanging inches away from the cartridges. Her pee began soft, then quickly intensified. She was blasting piss all over the little games. The games were pushed around by her pee stream. They floated over and spread around the floor. Claire giggled as she made her naughty toilet. She peed on the games for a good thirty seconds before she halted her flow. Seeing her pee had made my need ever more urgent.

Claire smiled at the camera then began jumping up and down on the cartridges. Her heavy leather boots showed them no mercy; they were crushed under her feet. The cracking noises I heard made my nipples harden. I remembered being into this kind of stuff when I was young. To know it still turned me on was something.

After she was finished destroying the games, Claire hung her ass over a bin which held a bunch more in plastic cases. It said something about them being used on the card. Claire began to empty the rest of her bladder into these games. She gasped as she soaked the games thoroughly with her piss. She smiled open mouthed as she did it. I felt my pussy grow slightly wet at the sight.

Claire only managed another twenty seconds before she hopped off the bin. She’d left a pool of piss at the bottom of the bin. Claire shook her ass, sending droplets of piss raining down to the floor. She wiped her pussy with one hand and licked the drips from her fingers.

I was looking for a place to relieve myself. I was filled to the bursting. I knew how big my bladder was. It was going to be a mess. Claire stopped me before I could find my location.

“You guys have to see this.” she stated.

Claire jumped back behind the counter and grabbed another game. This one had a cowboy on the cover. She tore the plastic off it and removed the disk. Claire grabbed several more games, removing their disks the same way.

“Can you piss standing up?” she asked. I managed to nod in response. “Watch this.” instructed Claire. She held the disk out in front of me. “Pee.”

I figured out what she wanted. I aimed my pussy towards the disk and let out a spurt of piss. I piss hard. I don’t know how, but the piss that fires out of my pussy is like nothing else you’ve ever seen. My piss shot out of my cunt and hit the disk so hard it couldn’t handle it. The force of my pee snapped the disk in half. I immediately ceased my stream once the first disk was destroyed. Claire clapped her hands and got another disk. She had me destroy half a dozen games this way. Every time she threw the broken disk away and grabbed another one for me to blast to pieces. I was starting to get turned on. Soon the pile she had gathered was gone, but my bladder had barely been tapped.

I tilted back, aiming my pussy at the shelves filled with games. I fired a stream of piss at the rows. My pee splattered all over the games. I heard a cracking noise as one of the cases broke. Several of the games were pushed off the wall by the force of my pee. I peed all over the games for twenty seconds before I stopped. I almost managed to hit the top shelf at my furthest, although I didn’t have the best angle.

Claire had grabbed a couple cardboard boxes with what I thought were called consoles in them. I squatted over them, subjecting the consoles to a further wave of my piss. The boxes didn’t last long. I was soon peeing full force over the consoles themselves. Claire was rubbing her tits as she watched me destroy the electronics with my pee.

After peeing on the consoles for thirty seconds I still wasn't done. I guess I had half my bladder left. I knew where I wanted to go. I climbed up on the counter and stood facing the rest of the store. My nipples were rock hard.

I sprayed my piss as hard and far as it could go. I managed to reach the doorway with my furthest squirt. I turned my deluge’s wrath over every shelf I could hit. I sprayed piss over the entire store as I swiveled back and forth. Claire was standing in the way of my spray, but she didn’t try to dodge. She received a coating of piss, she seemed to enjoy it. I rained piss down on the store for a full minute before my bladder ran dry. There was scarcely a patch in the GameStop which wasn’t coated in my piss.

Claire began throwing games off the shelves. She made a huge pile of merchandise in the centre of the room, then began to crush it with her boots. We knocked over shelves and smashed everything we could get our hands on. The store was in tatters by the time we left.

“That was round one.” said Claire to the camera. “We’ll see you soon.” She blew a kiss to the camera.

As soon as Jack turned the camera off, he sagged. “That was incredible.” he sighed. “I came in my pants watching you piss off the counter.”

“I’m with him.” agreed Claire.

I looked back at the destruction we had caused. “Are you going to get in trouble for this?” I asked.

Jack shrugged. “Maybe, but it’s my last day. I can just say I was slacking and someone snuck in. I lose a reference, but it’s worth it.”

Jack led us over to the food court where we got refills. Then we set about looking for another store. I didn’t know what I was looking for. Claire insisted I would know when I saw it, but I wasn’t sure. What kind of store would grab my attention?

We walked around the store naked. Claire was able to convince me to put on the leather boots she had brought. I didn’t want to walk around the mall in my bare feet. Jack had a great time watching us.

“I wonder what it would feel like to be peed on by you.” he pondered as he stared at my ass. I couldn’t help but blush.

“I bet it would hurt.” pointed out Claire. She had only received the edge of my stream

“That’s what I’m guessing.” said Jack. “I’d still do it.”

I tried to focus on looking for a store to perform my naughty act. I was about to give up when one store called out to me. It was something I hadn’t thought about for years, but it was the perfect match. Claire wanted to go first. She’d already picked out a store a while ago. She just had to wait until her bladder filled up again.

She was bursting about an hour after we destroyed the GameStop. I was pretty full myself. I had a much bigger bladder than Claire, but I chugged a lot of water to fill it up.

Claire walked back to the store she had found earlier. It had a similar name to the last one. This one was called Game Workshop, but instead of video games there appeared to be a lot of toys inside. Claire told Jack to turn the camera on.

“This is Ravenbitch and Amazon Mom again.” she told the camera. “We’ve both picked out our stores. I’m going to turn this Games Workshop into a pissing workshop.”

Claire went into the store. She grabbed boxes filled with figures and took them to the back. There was a massive map set on a table. Two huge armies were faced off across it. Claire climbed up on top of the map and started dumping more figures all over it. She threw the boxes on the floor before squatting down. Claire grinned at the camera.

“I’ve always wanted to do this.” she admitted.

Claire started peeing on the map. Her piss ran down a plastic mountain and washed over an army of figures in strange bulky suits. Her piss knocked them over, sending the army sliding down the mountainside. Claire turned her piss on the other army next; a swarm of green monsters. She pushed them around with wicked glee. Then she peed on the pile of figures she had poured on the table.

Claire’s pee sprayed off the hard plastic, sending splatters every which way. Claire looked content as she drowned both sides in piss. She peed a hard stream for a minute before she was done. Then she held her hand out for me.

I took Claire hand and stepped up on the map. It creaked under my mass. Claire started jumping up and down, so I followed suit. The map couldn’t take it. This abuse was too much. The plastic was cracking under the weight of our feet. We crushed every bit of the map we could. I have to admit it was fun to destroy something a lot of time had been put into.

“That was my piss.” said Claire. “Now let’s see where Amazon Mom wants to pee.”

We left the Games Workshop after destroying the big map. I knew where I wanted to go, but I was giving Claire the same treatment she had given me. Despite her numerous requests, I refused to tell her until we got there. Jack turned the camera off while we walked. He got a bit of our conversation first. Claire was surprised when I showed her the location I had in mind.

“A music store?” She asked. “I didn’t take you to be the type.”

I cocked my head. “Why’s that?”

Claire shrugged. “You don’t look like the musical type.”

I snorted. “I used to be in a band, you know.”

Claire’s mouth dropped. She looked me up and down. I didn’t know what she found so surprising. I might not look artsy, but I had quite the career.

“What was it called?” asked Claire.

I hesitated for a minute before responding. “Brides of the Jungle.”

If Claire’s mouth dropped any harder I worried it would come off. “Holy shit! You’re not just Amazon Mom, you’re fucking Amazon.” She gave me the once over. “I didn’t recognize you without the makeup. You guys were fucking legendary.”

I smiled under her praise. It had been a long time since I had gone by Amazon. I had been a member of a four girl punk band. I’d started the band the day I got out of high school. We’d gotten into more trouble than I could remember. I was way worse than Claire when I was her age. We ended up in the papers several times. All the punks loved us; everyone else thought we were menaces.

“Shit.” muttered Jack. “I went to a few of your concerts.”

Claire leaned over. “I heard you got arrested for beating up a boxer once.”

I laughed. “Yeah, his name was Mark Sago. He was a light heavyweight contender or something, thought he could get handsy with me. I’ve done a fair share of boxing myself, so I gave him a surprise.” I smiled. “It’s funny you should mention that. It’s how I met my husband.”

“How so?” asked Claire.

“Well, I didn’t have the money to pay for a lawyer so I was going to go in there all on my own.” I explained. “My husband was a lawyer. He saw me and offered to take on my case pro bono. He looked at the evidence for an hour and had me off on self defense. It helped the only person who wanted to press charges was Mark’s manager.”

“Your husband was a lawyer?” said Jack.

I nodded. “Yeah. I found out later he’d just helped one of the mob’s top hitmen walk.” I sighed, remembering my late husband. “He gave me a ride home and well...one thing led to another. I ended up pregnant. I tried to keep the band going, but there were too many commitments.”

“If your husband was a hotshot lawyer, why do you need money so bad?” questioned Claire.

“To be honest I don’t” I stated. “I wanted to do this. I just needed convincing.”

“Why do you live in that old house?” carried on Claire.

“It was his mother’s.” I explained. “I’ve never liked the place, but it reminds me of him. I couldn’t move.”

Claire nodded, then she asked. “What happened to the other members?”

I frowned. I didn’t like to think about my old band mates much. They were from a different time in my life.

“Boa went the same root as me. She’s married with two kids and lives in a mansion in New York.” I said. “Animal is still in the scene. She’s with some band called Animal Phallus now.” I paused. It had been years since I had spoken with any of them, but we kept tabs on each other.

“What about Savage?” pressed Jack.

“She OD’d back in 2008.” I stated. “She never could kick the habit.”

“Sorry to hear that.” said Claire.

“She never did want to be an old woman.” I muttered. I put on a smile. “Now am I going to piss in this music store or what?”

Jack unlocked the door for me. He set the camera up and told me to roll. Remembering my past gave me a sense of confidence I wasn’t expecting. I stepped in front of Claire before she could do her introduction.

“I’m Amazon Mom.” I nodded behind me. “I know you want to see me fuck this place up.”

Claire’s nipples were like razors as we walked inside. I checked the equipment. They had some nice stuff in here. I picked up an electric guitar and plugged it into an amp. I’d made sure to stay in practice over the years; both in music and boxing. I never played in front of my son, but I often went out to practice late at night.

I tuned the guitar and put the strap over my shoulder. I started with a simple riff before I began getting more intense. Claire started dancing to the music as I shook my head back and forth. Then, while still playing, I started peeing full force on the floor.

My piss sprayed out of me, splattering against the floor and my legs. I wasn’t holding my labia, but this wasn’t the first time I’d peed while playing a guitar. I knew how to angle myself just right. It was like riding a bicycle.

I strode through the store while blasting the floor with piss. I turned my pussy to pee against the rows of amps I wasn’t using. My piss smashed against them. I doubted they would ever work the same. I knew how susceptible amps were to liquid. I walked down a row of instruments and sprayed them with my urine. Flutes, clarinets, guitars, they were all the same to me as I used them for my toilet. I tiled my cunt up to fill the inside of one nice classic guitar.

Claire followed behind me, swinging widely to the music. I walked over to a drum set and gave it a dose of my piss. The cymbals clattered under the stream. A coating was left on top of each drum when I finished. I had made sure to grab the longest cord the store had. I hopped up on a piano stool so I could pee all over the keys. I loved watching my yellow waist pour over the pristine white keys.

I was leaving a trail of piss everywhere I went. I walked up to the music books at the back and gave them a thorough soaking. The books couldn’t stand up to my assault. They curled up and were ripped apart by the force of my stream.

I knew I was running low, so I used a stool to get up on top of the counter-I never stopped peeing. Claire stood below me as I blasted her with the last of my bladder. She cried out in joy as my pee washed over her tits and hair. I only had ten seconds of pee to splatter over her, but every second of pee from me was a fire hose. It wasn’t just how long I peed. It was how hard. Claire was drenched when I finished.

I threw the guitar on the floor. I jumped down next to Claire. Without warning I swept her off her feet into my arms. I carried her like a husband holding a newly-wed to the camera. Claire wrapped her arms around my chest. I stopped in front of Jack and stared into the lens.

“This is Amazon Mom and Ravenbitch signing off.” I stated. I stuck my tongue out at the camera. “Keep on jerking.”

I walked past Jack. He held the camera on my ass as I cared Claire away. He turned it off after a few moments and hurried after me. I could see his cock was rock hard. I smiled down at Claire. I could see she was enjoying herself.

“Why didn’t you ever get any tattoos?” she asked.

“No design ever caught my attention.” I replied. “I used to have all sorts of piercings. Those have mostly healed.”

“I noticed.” said Claire.

I carried her all the way back to the GameStop where we had abandoned our clothes. Claire ran into a nearby clothing store to wipe off with some of their wares. She threw me a cute t-shirt to clean up the piss that had gotten on me. I wiped myself down before I flung the shirt on the floor.

The two of us got dressed. Claire gave Jack a big kiss before we left. I wonder how long it will be until her isn’t masturbating to memories of us. He’s probably going to be the first person to buy all our videos.

We climbed back into the car. I checked the time. It was only eight o’clock. We had plenty of time to hit up our next few stops.

“Where to next?” I asked.

“You’ll have to wait and find out.” replied Claire.

I hit the gas and left the mall behind. I’d never forget what we’d done inside. It was one of the naughtier things I’d done.

[Fire2ninja 67]

Once again, you have produced magnificent work! I do wonder tho, will the son get a break from his room being used as a toilet? Or will it continue? Because if it isn’t cleaned some house the smell of it would be enough to make some one sick, even after what happened to his comics with the scat ( I prefer more of the piss and the destruction the girls cause )and his switch.  Would the mom put her foot down and say no more. And only it being Clair that can?  Or will she hire a cleaning service to clean the room or clean it her self? That or just leave it as is. I’m wondering if the kid will grow some balls and retaliate and mark their rooms?  Or of anything would be safe? 

I do have a idea, why don’t we see what happens when Clair, vennessa  and the girlfriend  visit a party that has tons to drink 🙂 

 

keep up up the good work. 

[Darkguy 333]

I have the whole thing plotted out. I have other stories planned for some of the side characters.

[Darkguy 333]

Part two of the story. I was busy all week so I didn't have a lot of time to work on it. As always there is extreme vandalism in this. I hope you enjoy.

Claire wanted to fill up before we went to the next location. She said it would be best if we were in and out of the place, but she still wouldn't tell me where we were going. We stopped at an old pub called the Red House to have breakfast. Pancakes are nice, but we were mostly there to drink lots of water and juice.

We sat at a table to order. I was gazing around the pub with a wistful look on my face. Claire must have noticed.

“What’s up?” she asked.

“I performed here once.” I said. “It was a year after we got the band together.” It had been a good night.

 

Saturday, March 14, 1998:

We were on stage in the middle of the pub. Our last song was about to begin. We’d gotten the crowd rowdy. The building was filled with howls and screams. Several of our band members were missing articles of clothing, along with much of the crowd. My own tits were hanging out of my top.

Boa was on the drums, Savage was base, Animal and I were on vocals and electric guitars. I sang the parts which required powerful vocals; Animal screamed the lines which needed to be belted out as fast as possible. I only had to sing the chorus of our last song. It was one of our more popular acts. The song went great. I stepped up to perform the chorus for the last time.

The Jungle’s De-sire.

It Buuuurns You!

And-All-You Re-quire

It Huuuurts You!

The Tigers Roar, The Monkeys Howl

In Ecstasy You Screammmmm!

The crowd chanted their approval as we finished. Animal flipped off the audience and we walked away. Savage slipped off somewhere before we got back to the dressing room. I slumped into a chair with my feet up on a desk. I set my guitar back in its case on the floor.

Animal packed her own guitar away and took a seat next to me. She let out a sigh. It had been a long session. The audience couldn’t get enough of us. Boa was busy cleaning off her drums. She had something of an obsession for her instruments. She never let them out of her sight. Savage returned a minute later, stuffing something into her pocket.

“The manager made a pass at me.” she muttered.

“That cunt.” hissed Animal. “He’s old enough to be you fucking dad.”

I’d been friends with Savage since elementary school. The two of us had always been into music, starting the band together once we left high school had made perfect sense. Boa had already been in the scene for a few years when we got started. She was two years older than us, but she was the best drum player I knew. Animal joined a few months later. She happened to move from the UK when we were looking for another vocalist.

Savage hair was styled in a red Mohawk. She had a tattoo of a flaming skull emblazoned across her chest. Animal wore her blonde hair over her eyes. Her black mascara ran down across her face, giving herself a haunting effect. Boa’s tattoos covered her entire body. They were mostly of her namesake. She even had one wrapped around her face. She’d shaved herself bald; she was the butch member of the group.

Savage walked over to the bathroom. We’d left the door open before heading on stage. Savage squatted slightly and pulled her panties to the side. She sprayed a stream of piss all over the bathroom floor. Savage sighed as she arched her stream up to run against the mirror and sink. Then she shook her hips so her piss splashed over the bathroom from wall to wall.

The whole bathroom was covered in piss by the time Savage was done. No one else could use it in that state. Savage hadn’t had to go as bad as usual. I knew because she’d pissed on stage around the beginning of our gig.

Boa looked at the mess and sighed. “I was going to use that.”

“Tough.” replied Savage.

Boa walked over to the wall. She pulled her pants down. She grunted then started pissing against it. Her piss hit the wall and slid down; staining the wallpaper on its way to the floor. I knew Boa liked to pee herself where she sat while we played. She must have been saving some. Her piss created a pool on the ground. After a brief fifteen second pee she shook her ass and pulled her pants back up.

Boa looked over at me and Animal. “You two didn’t pee on stage tonight. You must be bursting.”

“I’m holding on right now.” I said.

“Same.” agreed Animal.

“Saving up for something?” asked Savage.

“Yes, something.” I agreed.

Animal and I left after a few minutes. Boa and Savage would pee wherever they wanted out of convenience or anger, but Animal and I had a thing for naughty pees. We had planned something for tonight. Which explained why we were holding our bladders.

We crept through the hallways, making sure no one saw where we were going. The owner of the pub was out mingling with our audience, probably trying to find a woman half his age who would fuck him. While he was out, Animal and I snuck into his office. He’d made a big deal about his record collection when he hired us. We wanted to see it for ourselves.

It was a small office. Every available inch was filled with a variety of music memorabilia. It was all old classical crap. Animal flipped through the records, muttering to herself.

“This is all rubbish.” she decided. “The bastard probably only hired us because he wanted to get into Savage’s pants.”

I shrugged. It wasn’t uncommon. Still, dickery of his variety deserved some kind of comeuppance. Animal lowered her pants and smirked at me. She held her vagina over the records. A stream of pee shot out of her tight pussy all over the songs. The look of bliss on her face was wonderful. Animal loved peeing over things.

I grabbed several of the records and moved them forward so they could receive a portion of Animal’s pee. Animal was gushing piss out of her pussy at an alarming rate. She didn’t have the bladder capacity I had, but she could pee hard. Unfortunately her gush meant all too soon she was finished. Not before destroying the owner’s valuable record collection.

I gave Animal a kiss on the cheek. She returned the favour eagerly. I had to push her away. We didn’t want to waste time in here. We had to pee and get out before the owner caught us. I swung bum up on the desk, I placed my feet to either side so my vagina was facing the open air. I spread my pussy lips with both hands.

I peed as hard as I could. My piss shot across the room to splash over the door. I laughed out loud at the sight. Animal started holding pieces of memorabilia in front of my unforgiving piss. An Elvis coat got soaked, before a hat autographed by a member of the rolling stones was ruined. I giggled when Animal started filling up keepsake mugs with my stream. I felt like a keg of beer. Then Animal began putting documents in front of me. I didn’t care. I destroyed anything she brought before me with my piss. My pleasure mattered more than any of the owner’s belongings.

I was pissing as hard as I always did. My urine was flooding the office. The floor was covered in soggy papers, mugs, memorabilia, records and an ever growing puddle of piss. Once Animal was finished putting things in front of me, I stood up so I could soak the desk itself. My piss pushed what papers remained to the ground, ruining them in the process. The desk took a beating from my golden waste. The varnish looked a lot less pristine once I was finished.

We left the room behind. We retrieved the rest of our band mates from the dressing room, and then got out of there before we were caught. Our van would be well on its way to our next destination before the owner saw the mess we had left.

 

Present:

I returned to the present when our drinks arrived. Claire and I drank as much as we could before we hit the road. I wished all my memories with the Brides of the Jungle were as good as the ones at the Red House.

Claire still refused to tell me where we were going. I thought it would be hard to find anywhere as naughty as the mall we had destroyed. Claire, however, did not disappoint. She told me to park before we walked to the location. My mind was on fire when I saw where Claire was taking us. We walked right up the steps of the city’s art gallery.

“Do you know a guy in here?” I asked.

Claire shook her head. “No, but I know where we can have some fun.” She smiled at me. “We just have to be quick about it.”

“I can be quick.” I stated.

We were both wearing baseball caps so we could avoid being caught on camera. Claire knew some dead spots, but we had to careful to avoid the rest. All this caution left a question burning in my mind. I might have been bold once, but I didn’t need to be arrested at thirty eight.

“Couldn’t they find the video online and identify us?” I asked.

Claire shook her head. “The videos in your son’s room were uploaded for anyone to see, but these go to a more select clientele. The kind of people willing to part with a lot of money. They’re vetted carefully.” She smiled at me. “The last location isn’t even going up online. It’s a specific request from a single client. They’re paying us a fortune.”

Claire’s assurances helped ease my heart. It was a stark reminder I wasn’t quite as wild as I used to be. When a member of a punk band got arrested, it often did more to help their image than hurt it.

Claire led me through the gallery. There were a lot of paintings. I have to admit my interests in the arts always began and ended with music. I suppose they were nice, but none of them reached me. Claire wasn’t paying any attention to them. She led me to a side door partially obscured by a section of paintings.

“There’s a storage room in here.” explained Claire. “There are no cameras watching the door or inside.”

“Why not?” I asked.

Claire shrugged. “How should I know?” She knelt down and began fidgeting with the door. “Watch my back for me.”

I looked around nervously while Claire unlocked the door. I didn’t know how she got it open, but she clearly had some skills. We crept inside. Claire locked the door behind us. She smiled at me and spread her arms around; showing off her bounty.

There were paintings stacked up in canvases around the room. My eyes widened at the possibilities. Claire walked over to one of the canvases. She pulled it open to show off the painting within. The painting showed a starry night sky above a mountain top. Nothing too special. I really had to pee.

“They store some paintings here. Nothing too valuable, but fun nonetheless.” stated Claire. “I have a different location in mind for myself, but I thought you should let yours out here. Your bladder is less discrete than mine.”

I couldn’t argue with that. Claire got her phone out. I stood waiting for the camera to turn on. I had to cross my legs. I was starting to get a little desperate. Claire got the phone rolling and we began to shoot the video.

“I’m back with Amazon Mom for another pissing playground.” said Claire from behind the camera. I stuck my tongue out at the screen. “Amazon Mom was about to show me what she thought about these paintings.”

I dropped my pants and walked up to the painting. I grinned at the camera, and then I spread my pussy to pee all over the artwork. My piss blasted a hole straight through the canvas. The mountain now had a hole straight through its side. I couldn’t help but laugh at the destruction. My piss utterly obliterated the painting in seconds. It was a soggy mess with a massive hole in the centre. Claire rushed forward to show off some more paintings for me to annihilate. I blasted them with my piss, giving them the same treatment. I destroyed several pieces of precious artwork, and I loved it.

I stacked up several paintings in a pile so I could hang my butt over them and release. I didn’t look at the destruction I was causing. I stared at the wall feeling sweet relief for thirty seconds before I turned around to see what I had wrought. If I hadn’t known they used to be paintings, I would have been clueless. There was nothing left but a sodden pile of trash on the floor. My puddle had spread across the entire width of the room.

I still needed to go pretty bad. Not as bad as in the morning, but I figured I had a minute worth of pee left in me. There were shelves with tags and stuff on the walls. I walked up so I could soak them in a rain of piss. Then I created a big puddle in the floor. I grabbed another painting and made a show of trying to clean up the mess with it. I swung my hips around; blasting the wall with another stream of pee. I was starting to get a little low, so I looked for one last thing to ruin.

There was a computer in the very back. It was probably used for cataloguing. I got up on the desk it was on and hung my ass over it. I let out a twenty second gush of piss until I was empty. I grinned at the remains. There was no way that computer was going to work again.

I smiled at the phone. “That was Amazon Mom, people.” stated Claire. “I know you wish she was pissing on your cocks, but until then, keep jerking.” I stuck my tongue out before she turned the phone off.

“I’m going to need you to record me on during this next one.” said Claire. “Be careful. We don’t want to be caught.”

We left the room. Claire checked to make sure the coast was clear first. Then she led me to the centre of the gallery. It was still early, so the place was almost empty. Claire walked up to one of the paintings. She had switched into a short skirt after the last outing. I turned on the phone, keeping it low so no one would see it.

“This is Ravenbitch.” whispered Claire. “I can’t talk too loud in case any bastards hear me.” She gave the phone the peace sign. “Sit back and enjoy the show.”

Claire sidled closer to the painting; a scene of a man lounging on a boat. It looked like a nice piece of work, not that I could really tell. Claire lifted her skirt a little. She wasn’t wearing any panties. There weren’t ropes, so she could get really close to the artwork. Claire positioned herself so her pussy was an inch away from the painting.

Claire held her vagina open so she could squirt a few spurts of piss onto the painting. She wasn’t very good at peeing standing up, so most of it went on her legs. She still got enough on the painting for it to show. The colours ran where Claire’s piss had defiled the artwork. It would be very difficult to repair. Claire tried again, with similar success. The painting was ruined now, but Claire had a decent amount of piss on her legs.

Claire wandered away to a second painting, which she gave the same treatment. This time ruining the image of children playing on a beach. I made sure to get it all on camera. Then Claire walked over to a statue in the middle of the room.

It was a statue of a marble woman holding a globe. Claire stood for a second as if she were admiring it. The she squatted down. She pretended to adjust her boot, but the phone caught the vile act she was actually perpetrating

Claire slid her skirt up an inch when she squatted down and began peeing on the base of the statue. Her stream was better directed from her squatting position. She was creating a big puddle on the floor next to the statue. I wondered what sitting in piss would do to hundred year old marble. Claire rose from where she was kneeling after about twenty five seconds. She pressed her vagina against the side of the statue. Claire sighed as she peed against it. With her pussy in contact with the statue, she couldn't miss. Claire created a stream of piss flowing down the side of the statue. Leaving a massive stain on the otherwise pristine marble.

Claire’s stream slowly came to an end. No one had appeared to apprehend us, so I suspected we had gotten away with our naughty acts. Claire grinned wickedly as she posed for the phone.

“I hope that felt as good for you as it did for me.” she said. She blew the phone a kiss, which was my queue to turn it off.

Claire looked around from side to side. “Let’s get out of here.” she whispered. “Someone could stumble onto us any second now.”

“One minute.” I insisted. I handed the phone back to Claire. “Record me for a few seconds.”

Claire did as I asked. I moved up to the statue. I pulled the front of my pants down enough to hang my pussy over the edge. I was thankful I was wearing spandex. I held my vagina open and sprayed a gush of piss on the statue for ten seconds. When was empty I pulled my pants back up. Claire gasped, and then she began to laugh.

We hurried out of the gallery as soon as I was finished. I was a lot more obvious about what I had done then Claire. Fortunately, no one stopped us on our way out. I had gotten some piss all over my pants. I was going to need a change of clothing.

Claire noticed me checking out the damage in the car. “Don’t worry. You’re going to want a skirt for the next location anyways.” She handed me a nice red one from the back. “Let’s go fill up.”

“Of course.” I replied.

We drove out of the art gallery’s parking lot. We still had two more locations to christen. I was getting excited.

[David Jarrell 22]

Anxious to read the next part of this!  My hope is that Amazon mom's bladder continues to fill to ridiculous levels, causing her crazy strong flow to increase even moreso and destroy that many more things, just unable to stop peeing and feeling such amazing relief.  

[Boredone 2]

I absolutely LOVE your stories! Any idea when the sequel is coming?

[Darkguy 333]

I'm actually planning a different story right now. Once I write that I'll work on the sequel. Things have just been busy recently.

[Admin 14,341]

In honour of the current Gamestop saga, this seemed like a fitting time to bump this great story.  

[Lutab 1,011]

I hope you write the last two parts at some point 🙂

[Ajr972 790]

This story is different gravy. I love it! 😍

[Boredone 2]

I know it's been 3 years, but this remains one of my favorite stories on the site and piss stories in general! I know we all get busy. I write stories (albeit poorly) for Omorashi.org and Nyou Fiction. Out of curiosity, what will Amazon Mom's next location be? Or if you don't plan on continuing, what were the 2 remaining locations?

Edited March 28, 2022 by Boredone

[Darkguy 333]

I've been thinking about writing it for some time. It will happen someday. To give you a hint, it's somewhere they'll have to be quiet.

[Fire 153]

Please?!!!