My Mother's Urgent Phonecall

[Gotah 2,238]

A short story about a young man sharing some awkward moments with his mother in need.

The story contains female desperation and peeing

 

There I was, in my bed, bored as hell, depressed because of covid, lonely because of covid and jobless because of covid. What a miserable life I was living at the moment and I'm sure I wasn't the only one.
I spend most of these days waist deep in thoughts wondering and worrying about stuff, my future for instance was a classic,
and every single one of this thoughts eventually ended with me sighing in frustration followed by the the usual question: "I'm 21, what the F am I gonna do with my life!"
On that evening though, for the first time in a while and unbeknownst to me up that point, I was about to experience a bit of excitement inside our house again.
As I said at the beginning, I was in my bed, bored, depressed, bla bla bla as I heard the door open downstairs. My mom got home from work. She broke the silence that was reigning over the house and with her usual energy she brought some life back inside.
"Hi, honey!", I heard her calling.
"Hi!", I replied passively.
"I gotta pee!"
"I know."
Mom coming home with a full bladder wasn't anything new for me. This is something that has been going on for my whole life. Whether she got home from work, from grocery shopping, from a night out with friends, anything - as soon as mom arrived she immediately ended up in the bathroom right after taking her coat and shoes off ... but not that night.
Shortly after my mother hung up her jacket in the hallway the phone rang. And here is something else you need to know about the woman who has squeezed me out into this world: she has this ridiculous "rule" that noone else in the house can answer the phone but her. It doesn't matter if I'm closer to it when it rings, if she can't speak first there's gonna be lots of unneccessary nagging afterwards.
Anyway, the phone was ringing and I could hear my mom immediately groaning:"Ah shit! Not now!"
"I can answer it!", my voice tumbled from my bedroom down into the hallway. As expected my mother ignored me and instead of going to the bathroom, this time she went straight to the kitchen. Yes, our phone is in the kitchen.
"Hello?", I heard her say politely.
I already knew who it was, a strange businessman who wanted to talk to mom about some stuff. He explained it to me but since I'm an illiterate idiot I understood half of the fancy words he used. The man had already called during the afternoon and I explained to him that she was at work and that he should call back around 6pm, that's when my mother usually gets home ... and he did. I must say, I was impressed by the punctuality of both of them.
The businessman calling before my mom could even relieve herself however was the start of a short series of unfortunate (and weird) events.
My mother started to babble over the phone about stuff and since I was reading a book to learn some new words I got distracted by the situation shortly after and carried on minding my own business.
Maybe twenty minutes had passed as my mind fell back into the real world and I noticed that mom was still talking to this man.
"Didn't she need to pee?", I thought. So I went down to the kitchen to check on her and as I entered the room I witnessed the most bizzare scene unfolding in front of my eyes.
I saw my mother bended over in front of the phone with tightly crossed legs and a hand deeply buried between her thighs. We exchanged looks. Her face expression was telling me all I needed to know about her situation 
"I gotta go!", she told me by just moving her lips.
"Just hang up the phone and go!", I whispered.
"I can't", she whispered back "it's important!"
I knew it was a vital call for her but I was also wondering if she was still listening to what the man was saying.
"Come on, mom!", I mumbled once again.
"Just go!", she replied, so quiet that I could barely hear her. She also did the "get out of my way" hand gesture in case I didn't hear her. So I did what she told me and got away.
I went into the living room, on the other side of the hallway and for the next few minutes all I could hear from her was:" Uhu ... Yes ... Yes ... Of course ... No - I mean yes ... Wait ... No ... Yeah ...", and so on, while the man's voice was mumbling apparetly important information through the phone.
After another 15 minutes had passed she was still not done, so I got back to check if the situation was still under control. It wasn't.
She was bended over in an almost 90 degree angle, mom's hand was now welded to her crotch while the other one kept grabbing the the phone tightly. Her legs were still crossed and by now she was also jumping from one foot to the other ... as the voice on the phone just kept on talking.
I had no idea how to deal with the situation. If the man didn't hang up anytime soon mom would've undobtedly wet her pants and knowing how stubborn she is I was sure that she would do it rather than hanging up herself.
She looked over to me with the desperate need of taking a much desired piss on her face.
"I have to write it down?", mom suddenly asked the guy nervously.
The voice in the phone replied:"Yes, it would be better if you did!"
Mom already knew she was getting this answer for him and as anticipated I now had to go and look for her notebook and something to write.
"Sure, just a minute, my son's about to bring me pen and paper."
I handed her the notebook, a small purple one in which she writes all of her important notes down, along with the pen. Mom didn't have an empty hand anymore with which she could've grabbed her crotch.
Instead she was now grabbing the pen in one and the notebook in the other hand while the phone was tucked between her ear and shoulder.
Poor mom was jumping up and down with one leg over the other. I could only imagine how full her bladder was. I didn't know it yet but I was going to find out soon.
I knew I had to help her somehow, I couldn't stand there watching her writing stuff in her little book with trembling hands while constantly fighting against uncoming spasms. I wonder if the mand could hear the strain in her voice while she was talking.
"You want me to bring a chair to sit down?", I whispered. It was the best help I could offer. Mom shook her head. Then, a big wave of pain hit my mother and she smashed one hand, along with the pen, back inbetween her thighs. She held herself for a moment as she then ragained a bit of strenght back. With the quickest of looks she checked her crotch and as she probably expected there to be a wet patch. Mom was slowly but surely about to wet herself. 
"I'm sorry could you repeat that?", she asked the man and continued writing nervously.
I was still standing there and had no idea what to do now. I saw the wet patch aswell and since I had no intentions to see my mom wetting herself I left to spare my eyes from the sight. 
"Are we finished?", I then heard her trembling voice saying just as I turned my back on her.
"Are they done?!", I thought and looked back at her. Her notebook was closed with the pen inside it and much to my surprise she was now unzipping her jeans one handed. It looked like the phonecall was finally over and she was getting ready for a sprint to the toilet. For some strange reason I got curious and wanted to see what would happen as soon as she hung up the phone.
"Of course ... Yes ... I'll keep that in mind!" She was about to finish the conversation. I noticed that by how nervous her body language got. I bet she was already thinking about pissing her demons out in the toilet. Mom was really struggling with her bladder. I could tell by observing her hand sliding down her green panties and disappearing behind the fabric.
"Thank's alot! ... I appreciate it ... No problem, have a good night! Bye!"
The final words were finally spoken and mom just started groaning in pain as she hung up the phone.
I now expected her to rush into the bathroom as fast as humanly possible, mom however gave up before she could even move.

Instead I got to witness something that I never thought I'd ever see. The moment my mother slammed the phone back in place she pulled her jeans and panties down 
... and just started pissing onto our white tiled floor.
She was facing towards me as she squatted, I saw everything.
I saw my moms badly trimmed vagina, I saw liters of urine gushing out of it, I saw more than I ever should have - and I just couldn't keep my eyes off it.
Without looking back at me she began to spread her urine all over the kitchen. That hissing sound was almost deafening, what a noise!
Mom tried to keep her gasps of relief in as best as she could even though some slight moans escaped her mouth.
She knew I was watching her but didn't seem to care at all in that moment. The relief she was feeling must've been incredible.
She just peed and peed and peed until she found herself in the middle of a gigantic, yellow(ish) puddle moving along the furniture and the cracs between the tiles.
Amazing.
"You really couldn't hold it any longer?", I asked.
My mom was lost for words. She just shook her head and kept avoiding eye contact.
"Go away!", she eventually told me with her voice filled with embarassement. I once again obeyed and left the kitchen.
Walking away I could still hear the urine splashing into the puddle and mom letting out some moans of relief now that she was alone.
"Fuck this!", I even heard her ranting.
After a good minute, silence returned into our home. I was back in my room again could hear some splashes of her stepping into the pee puddle to probably move away from it.
I was pretty sure she didn't want to see me again that night so I remained in my bedroom while listening to her mopping the floor clean.
As I was making myself ready to go to sleep I heard her voice one last time calling my from below: "Promise me you won't tell this to anybody!" 
"Don't worry, mom. I'm already trying to forget everything!"
I obviously didn't as you may have noticed. It's just to good of a story to not share it with others. 
Don't you think?

 

Edited May 29, 2021 by Gotah

[wannawatchuwiggle 125]

Loved the story! Thanks for writing and sharing it here. 

[pee2poop 113]

Great story add your sister in as well! 

[gldenwetgoose 20,294]

@pee2poop - Please understand, every author of fiction has created their own work, the way they wanted it.

In some cases they may be asking for input and suggestions.   But just repeatedly demanding authors to write next sections, the way YOU want them comes across as a little rude.   And also it can be considered against site rules.

[pee2poop 113]

Ok thanks for the update. Will take into consideration from now on! No demands here!