Mother-Daughter Bonding

[Knockonthedoor 175]

Chapter 1

A black sedan traveled up the on-ramp. To outsiders, it was as inconspicuous as any other car on the road. For college-bound Ashlynn, it was an emotional stew of boredom, melancholy and brooding. Silence dominated much of the early trip, as the car took her away from the only town she’d ever known. Away from her friends, and her status. High school had been her domain. She’d found herself among others. They liked her and she liked them. But as the familiar landmarks grew distant, the reality of her situation set in. Gone was the comfort of sameness and familiarity, here was the storm of uncertainty. The future.

Michelle felt stilted. This was her daughter. And they sat in silence, no closer than two strangers on an airplane. Trying to deny the reality of their relationship, she tried to jumpstart a conversation

“I hope it’s not still cold up north. Do you think I should have brought a jacket?”

“It’s August, Mom.”

“But they get, you know, snow up there.”

“Not in the summer.”

“I know, but that has to mean it’s cold. Right?”

“Not in August.”

Michelle would have had a better time trying to push a bolder up a grassy hill. Their conversation hit a wall, not thirty seconds in. The awkwardness returned, both mother and daughter now aware of it. Michelle tried again

“I hope we can understand them up there. Doesn’t Boston have a weird accent?”

“It’ll be fine.”

“Oh. What about sports, don’t they like sports?”

“A lot of people like sports.”

“But you should be educated. Did you remember to ask Dad about their teams and stuff?”

“Patriots, Bruins, Celtics and Red Sox. I got it Mom.”

“Are they good?”

“Mostly. Patriots are really good.”

“So you did ask your Dad like I told you to. Glad you’ve started taking my advice!”

“I know that because I like football Mom.” Ashlynn exhaled, annoyed “Why couldn’t Dad have driven me? At least I could talk sports with him.”

“Because I wanted to. You can talk sports with me”

“Do you even know what team we root for?”

“The…Bengals?”

“Jaguars.” Ashlynn rolled over, towards the window and rested her head on her hands.

“Are we any good?”

“No. Wake me when we get there.”

This wasn’t how it was supposed to go. Michelle had seen it in movies before. The sentimental goodbye always brought families together. And here they were, further apart than ever before, and caked in silence again.

The first planned stop was a welcomed one. Ashlynn had made a statement by falling asleep, and had left Michelle to her thoughts. A coffee stop gave Michelle an opening, an excuse to reengage with her daughter.

“Ash…Ashlynn, honey, wake up.”

“Mmmph. Wh-what?”

“Coffee. What do you want?”

Ashlynn rubbed her eyes. She hadn’t actually planned to fall asleep, but at least it had whittled down the length of their trip. They hadn’t reached the coffee chain yet as her mother asked again

“What do you want?”

“Caramel Frappuccino, with extra caramel drizzle, whipped cream, caramel crunch and ice. Can you make sure it’s with heavy cream and a mix of Honey Blend and Frappuccino Roast coffees too?”

Michelle stared at her daughter blankly before asking

“You know, why don’t you order?”

“Fine.”

The quiet of a distant relationship settled back in as Michelle turned into the parking lot. As she pulled up to the drive thru, her daughter raised a concern

“Can we like…go inside?”

“Why?”

“I um…kind of have to use the bathroom.” Ashlynn felt slightly embarrassed as she acknowledged the fact

“We’re getting gas in five minutes. You can hold it.”

“Ugh! Gas stations are so gross! Can’t we just go here?”

“Well, I don’t have to go. This’ll be much easier for me if you’ll wait.”

Ashlynn folded her arms and sat back, pouting

“Fine. I’m just going to hold it. It’s your fault if my kidney’s explode!”

Michelle rolled her eyes. She forgave her daughter for only being a teenager, but that didn’t make the petty disagreement any less annoying.

The two ordered their iced drinks, an uneventful occurrence if it wasn’t for Ashlynn’s complex order. Michelle felt like apologizing to the server, but the dead eyed look in his face was enough to convince her that he had dealt with worse. Perhaps it was because of the simplicity in her order; an iced coffee with just cream and sugar, that prevented a hateful look.

The quick drive to the gas station was equally as uneventful. Quietly sipping on their drinks, Michelle hoped that it wasn’t a mistake to drive her daughter to college alone. As she stopped the sedan at the pump, Ashlynn climbed out with her mother, who noted

“Get me a water while you’re in there Ash. And let me know how clean they are.”

“I’m just buying snacks mom. I told you, I’m not…”She looked around, hoping none of the other patrons could hear her “I’m not going here.”

“We’re not stopping for a while.”

“I’m not a little kid! I’ll be fine! Ugh! You’re such a mom!”

Not knowing if that she should be offended by the insult, Michelle started to pump gas into the car. She took the time to play her wavy, deeply brown hair, which found itself in a neat ponytail. A slight twinge in her bladder let her know that the coffee was working, but it was easy to ignore. She uttered a cruse as she looked down, the gas pump had left a mark on her light, high-waisted jeans. She rubbed the mark, but to no avail. Grumbling, and already in a bad mood, she waited for the pump to be done as she saw the bright yellow leggings her daughter was sporting exit the store. At least Ashlynn had grabbed her a water.

I should have peed. Ashlynn had begun to regret her defiant stunt as she crossed her legs. She had tried to go back to sleep, but the caffeine and sugar had combined to force her eyes awake, and her young kidneys had done their job well as her bladder filled with their waste. As Ashlynn sucked down the last few sips from her drink, she bobbed her feet on each foot.  Trying to sound innocuous, she asked

“Hey mom. Um…how much further to the rest stop?”

“Ashlynn.” Her mother sounded annoyed “Don’t tell me you have to pee now.”

“…kinda.”

Michelle sighed “I don’t know. Here.” She handed her daughter the printed out directions

“You’re such a boomer.”

“Am not! You know when I was born.”

“1977 is boomer age.”

“Whatever. Just read the directions.”

Ashlynn grabbed the small stack of paper from the console.

“10 Miles. How long is that?”

Michelle looked down at her speedometer “10 minutes. Probably.”

Ashlynn felt a sense of comfort wash over her. Tossing her mostly empty cup on the floor, next to Michelle’s empty water bottle behind her, she cracked open an energy drink. She knew she’d be fine, and was feeling slightly thirsty anyway. Ashlynn knew it wouldn’t hurt her between now and the rest stop, and happily sipped away as she protected her filling bladder. Part of her wondered how her mother could have waited this long.

Michelle was thankful. She hadn’t read the directions since leaving the gas station, it wasn’t hard to follow highway directions, but she had started to wonder when her next break would come. The iced coffee and water had gone down easy, a tandem she was used to, but the long drive was a new obstacle. Given her need to use the pedals alertly, she couldn’t cross her legs. Out of a desire to maintain her authoritative composure over her daughter, she refused to hold herself. But her bladder was full. Taut with the strain of holding a full bladder, her anxiety stemmed from experience. Since going through childbirth, she was well aware that a wayward sneeze or ill-timed cough could spell disaster. She was glad her potentially perilous situation would end soon.

The first emergency vehicle that passed them by was surprising, but not worrying. It was the brake lights and the traffic that struck fear into mother and daughter alike. Ashlynn voiced her fear first

“Why are we stopping?”

Michelle shrugged her shoulders, but her hands kept their tight grip on the wheel.

“This isn’t good.” Ashlynn shifted in her seat

Michelle didn’t respond, but had to agree. It wasn’t the fullness of her bladder that she feared the most, but the mental battle with herself that she was unprepared for. She had felt it before. Not in these particular pants, but the shame of losing control. Both she and her husband had stories about her mishaps, and if she could help it, she and her daughter would not have one to add. She clenched harder as she stepped on the brake, hoping she still had enough strength in her most private parts to hold back the brewing water and coffee in her filling bladder.

Ashlynn had been seeing red for too long. She had read the back of the trailer too many times. She had checked her social media feed, refreshing and refreshing, anything to keep her mind off of one very obvious predicament. She had to pee. Made worse by the fact that she had downed her coffee and started an energy drink, in her absentmindedness, she had continued to sip. She pulled up her leggings, and inadvertently gave herself a cameltoe. Placing her hand over her now outlined genitals, Ashlynn continued to bare the pain until they could reach the rest stop.

As they inched forward in traffic, a blue sign appeared on the shoulder of the highway. It promised the rest stop was in just a mile and a half. Michelle didn’t notice as she fought back her first wave of desperation. A sign that her battle was worse that she outwardly showed. Ashlynn made sure she knew about it.

“Mom…a mile and a half.”

Her labored speech accented Ashlynn's crossed legs and clutching hands. Michelle took her eyes off the road for a moment, hoping the sign would be a salve for her irritated bladder

“MOM LOOK OUT!” Ashlynn squealed

Michelle slammed down on the brakes. Had she been going any faster, they would have crashed. Someone had cut them off in an attempt to cross into Michelle’s lane. Her adrenaline spiking, Michelle momentarily forgot about her filled bladder. For a moment, it was numb. Then it came roaring back. Slamming into her closed pee hole, the contents of a full bladder railed against her defenses again. She retaliated.

Ashlynn was taken aback as she heard her Mother suddenly suck down a gulp of air. What sounded like a gasp at first, she looked towards her mom, who was now holding herself.

Michelle thought she got away with it. She thought she had survived the first charge of a full bladder. But she could feel a moistness in her panties she had felt before. Not wanting to look, but needing to look, she gently took her hand away. A small patch, not larger than a penny, had formed on her jeans. It wasn’t much damage, but enough to tell her that her full bladder was not to be trifled with. An enemy that was more than capable of tearing through her tightly bound defenses.

It was when they reached the half mile sign that Ashlynn began to rock back and forth in her seat. One hand firmly pressing into her crotch, the other was snaked around her backside, and held her tender slit from the back.

Her mother wasn’t doing much better. She too held her crotch with her free hand, and unlike her daughter, had leaked. What had started at the size of a penny, was now more comparable to a quarter. Michelle’s logical mind had begun to slip away. Doomed to the anxious mind in peril, her fears firmly gripped her judgment, more-so than the hand that gripped her snatch. Her fears demanded that she quell them, and soon. Taking a deep breath, she asked her daughter

“Listen. Baby. Don’t ever do this when you’re driving, ok? But this is an emergency.”

Ashlynn’s eyes grew wide.

“What?”

Michelle sped up briefly, enough to pass the car in the lane next to them, and waded her way through the tight traffic. Making her way to the shoulder of the highway, she maneuvered into the breakdown lane.

The car responded by jostling and grinding over the rumple strips. Michelle had expected the vibrations to hurt her ability to hold back the flood of urine that she held inside, instead, the pleasant sensations gave her hope that they’d make it.

Hope which was immediately dashed. A white car pulled in behind them, and began to flash its lights. Police.

“Damn it!” Michelle cussed, leaking a bit as she grabbed herself again

As she stopped the car, Ashlynn complained, her body still contorted with desperation

“What do we do? How do we-?”

“Get my insurance card from the glove box.” Michelle said curtly, the officer began to approach the car

As Ashlynn handed her the card, Michelle rolled down her window

“H-hi-hi officer.”

“You mean to tell me what you two are doing? You can’t be driving in the breakdown lane.”

“Um…we…uh…look. I-I want to be honest w-with you…s-sir.” Michelle stammered. Partly from fear of wetting her pants, partly from the anxiety of being pulled over and interrogated

Lightly tapping her palm on the steering wheel for effect, Michelle plainly stated their problem

“W-we really, really, really need to um…uh…” She started to leak again, stronger than before, she was unable to stop it without the use of her hand. She continued to slowly wet her panties as she spoke “…uh…use…the um…restroom. We were just trying to get to the rest stop.” She put her hand back on her crotch

“Well Ma’am. I hate to let you know. But that rest area has been offline for quite a while now. It’s being torn down.”

Ashlynn’s jaw dropped. Michelle lost another spirt of hot pee, even with her hands guarding herself. The officer continued

“Let me run your license and insurance, and I’ll be back.”

“Hurry!” She begged

“What are we going to do?” Ashlynn whined

“The road. We’ll…we’ll go off to the side of the road.”

“Ew, mom! No! I don’t want everyone to stare!”

“Fine. You suffer. I’ll go.”

“No! I don’t want anyone watching my mom pee. Or me!”

“You don’t have to watch me.”

“But everyone else will! That’s so gross! And...and isn’t that illegal?”

While her fear of being seen was ridiculous, Michelle knew her daughter brought up a good point. It would be an offence to urinate in public, especially after getting pulled over. She made another request of her daughter.

“Find us a place. Now!”

Ashlynn pulled out her phone. Michelle looked. The lap of her light jeans now dark with her leaking urine. The officer was still sitting in his patrol car, and Michelle willed him to hurry. Every drop produced from her drinks that morning had filled her ballooning bladder it was close to bursting. An acute ache that made her abdomen hard, pounded and pushed against Michelle’s peehole. A sudden pain. A sharp wave of desperation washed over the tired Michelle. Harder than before, she leaned forward, a low moan escaping her lips.

“M-mom?” Ashlynn looked over

A slight hiss was Michelle’s only response. She sucked in air, exhaled quickly, and moaned harder. She tried to respond to her daughter

“I-I-I-I…stopped…I stopped it.”

The moist, hot agony that now enveloped Michelle was hellish in its anguish. Part of her demanded relief, part of her demanded dignity. Her whole body was now pressed into service, an assault against her advancing bladder. A knock on the window. It was the officer

“Ma’am, I’m only going to give you a warning today. Your record is clean, and I understand if there are some um...extenuating circumstances. But don’t do this again. Others need to use this lane for emergencies.”

“Y-ye-yes. I-it won’t happen a-again.”

As she reached for her insurance information and driver license back from his hand, she felt the hot shame of another release. His eyes were hidden behind his sunglasses, and Michelle couldn't tell if he saw her or not. As she handed her cards back to Ashlynn, her daughter caught a look at the damage.

Her mother’s light cutoff jeans were not only dark at the crotch, but the inseam of her thighs as well. A wide stain that covered each side of her crotch made her accident obvious. Tightening her grip, Ashlynn hoped the same fate wouldn’t befall her.

“There is…a diner at the next exit. Traffic. Traffic is…clearing!” Ashlynn exclaimed

She was right. In her desperation, Michelle had stopped paying attention. But like a storm clearing for the first time in days, both mother and daughter smiled again. Hope had returned.

The officer was right. As they passed the ramp for the rest area, it was blocked off with construction tape and barriers. The path itself was cracked and overgrown. Driving at a quicker pace, but being sure not to speed, Michelle guided the car through the remaining traffic as her desperation continued to mount. Preparing for one last assault on her muscles.

Ashlynn had never felt so insecure. Her stomach, which she had spent years trying to stay toned and slim, was now bulging again. It was as hard as a rock, tight with a force and a pressure that her 18 year-old mind could hardly comprehend. She was sure she had never had to go this badly in her life before. She felt sick. Clammy. Sweaty. She was starting to shake as they made their way up the exit ramp. Her only saving grace was the top of the diner. It was just visible across the road.

Michelle hadn’t leaked. She’d stayed dry as she got them through traffic. She felt calm, collected. Her pants had cooled where she had wet them, and when they combined with her body heat, they created a dank, swampy environment around her crotch. She was fine when they drove off the highway. She was fine as they crossed the lane towards the parking lot, and she was fine as she parked the car. But after opening the door and attempting to stand, her bladder struck. Its final battle plan enacted.

It started as a pain in her back. Sharp, it forced Michelle to bend forward. Her hand firmly clutched her overworked genitals. She shivered, feeling cold. If it wasn’t the pain, it was the shame of a familiar warm sensation that elicited a squeal from her lips.

Ashlynn made her way around the side of the car. Her hand buried into her desperate, tingling pussy. She nearly lost control as she rounded the side of the car.

Her mother, hands clutching her crotch with all their might, had two fat, wide stains streaking down her legs. As they moved, they darkened the color of her jeans. The pavement below her began to show drops of excess urine as it fell off of the back of Michelle’s jeans.

“Oh my gosh! Mom! Hold it! Please! Don’t embarrass me!”

Painting and groaning, Michelle looked back up at her daughter. She too, had her legs crossed and her hands buried in herself. Michelle gave her good news

“I-I stopped. I…I stopped.”

It was down to her kneecaps, nearly at the cuffs of her jeans. The high-waisted, now damaged pants were not completely soaked, but Michelle’s bladder had done plenty of work.

“C’mon…please!” Her daughter begged

Michelle took a deep breath. She exhaled, shaking from the strain. Every step that the desperate mother and daughter took was agony. She wanted to let go. To just be done with it. But she also wanted to hang onto the shred of dignity that she could still muster. Enough to say she made it.

Surprisingly, the diner that they had picked was trying to deny what it was. Cheap plastic tables and chairs that were bolted to the floor made up much of the decor, yet they still needed to be seated by the hostess. A much older woman, who smelled like cigarettes, greeted them

“Table for two?” She either didn’t notice, or didn’t care about Michelle’s stained jeans

“Please Miss. We’ll order, we-I…I need t-the b-bathroom.” Michelle’s voice was hardly audible. A near whisper

At first, the hostess looked annoyed, but when she saw the massive stain on Michelle’s pants, her tone shifted to one of support and concern.

“Oh, darlin’! Come with me.”

She led the desperate pair to a small alcove with a single door. A yellow cleaning sign blocked their path. The hostess knocked on the door twice.

“Deion, some ladies need to use the john.” She turned back to the desperate two “You’ll be fine, dear.”

Michelle was too desperate to properly thank her. Unable to stand fully, she hinged her hips and held tightly onto her crotch, knowing that the next leak would be the last. SHe could faintly smell her coffee-tinged piss wafting off her stained jeans. The bathroom door was shut, and despite her efforts to will it open, it remained so. Michelle could feel it. A burning, warm sensation flowing towards her slit.

Ashlynn felt sick. Dizzy. The pain of holding back a full bladder made her feel warm, hot with the intense strain her muscles were forced to endure. Her body was contorted in an awkward position as she inverted her legs, so that her knees touched. It was all she could do to keep herself dry. She closed her eyes, hoping the pain would drain away.

A low hiss pierced her ears. Was it her? Ashlynn opened her eyes

Her mothers curvy body, and wide hips shook and jiggled as she tried to hold it. But Ashlynn could see the wide stain that her mother had created before darken again. In a hushed tone, Michelle acknowledged what was happening

“Ohh…i-Ash, honey...I'm sorry...I'm having an accident...”

Ashlynn gasped. If she wasn’t in the same predicament, she wouldn’t have believed it for herself. The only words she could think to utter were ones of shock

“Oh my gosh! Mom! You’re peeing your pants!”

Michelle couldn’t hold it anymore. She grabbed, clutched and held her crotch tighter and tighter, but to no avail. She could no longer stop the flow, only slow it’s speed. It warmed her crotch. The searing heat nearly matched her cheeks, which burned in embarrassment. Disobediently, her bladder continued to release its contents into her panties. It was too late, Michelle was peeing.

Ashlynn watched in horror as her mother peed her pants. Wave after wave of clear liquid poured out of the back of her cutoffs, and hissed down her legs. As it reached her cuffs, midway down her shin, it began to wash over her feet. Her hot urine poured into her sandals. Drips, drops, and jets of clear urine spouted off of her quickly darkening jeans. A clear puddle started to form on the tile below, a distinct smell of piss emanating from it.

“Someone get this lady some help.” A gruff old man spoke up

The hostess from before dashed over as fast as she could. Taking Michelle by the arm, she guided the still peeing mother to the door. Opening the swinging door, she grabbed the man who was cleaning and tossed him out of the room, while pushing Michelle into the bathroom.

Ashlynn followed closely, following the footprints that were created by her mothers pee. She too, entered the restroom.

Michelle appreciated the movement, but she still couldn’t stop herself. Continuing to pee into her jeans, she sat on the toilet. Sighing, she felt the warmth stop running down her legs, and instead pool around her butt. Dripping, leaking and hissing, she forced out the rest of her bladder's contents, the water in the toilet bowl responding to her pee as it leaked out of her jeans and into the bowl.

It was too much for Ashlynn. The shock of watching her mother have an accident had worn off, and the dread of the same fate dominated her thoughts. She could feel it. The slight dribble that signaled the end. A warmth in her panties. A brief glance down showed her that the crotch of her yellow leggings was darkening. Instinct in her still developing mind took hold. She saw her mother, still slumped over the toilet, leaking into her jeans, denying her only access to a toilet. She begged

"Mom...please...I'm going too..."

Michelle didn't move. She was too encased in the euphoria of an empty bladder to react.

Ashlynn grabbed her crotch with one hand and her butt with the other as she crossed her legs. Her initial leak stopping for a moment. She knew she was out of time.

"I have to..." With no options that her mind could conceive, she whipped down her leggings and panties. She could only stammer her justification for her primal act.

“Mom…I-I…I’m sorry…” A similar hiss to Michelle's followed

Michelle opened her eyes. Her 18 year-old daughter was standing with her leggings and panties around her ankles over the bathroom floor, hot piss pouring out of her shaved pussy and rolling down her bare legs.

“Ashlynn, baby! W-what are you doing?”

“I-I-I can’t wait anymore!” She began to whine “D-don’t look. Please!”

“At least. At least try to squat.” Michelle couldn’t believe what she had instructed her daughter to do

“Stop watching me!” Ashlynn tried to bend down.

She reached for the sink behind her. Using her hands, she supported herself on it, and bent back in an awkward half sitting position. Urine still sprayed out of her, though now her stream was angled straight down. The brunt of the flow now bounced off of the tile below her, splashing her leggings, which were balled up around her ankles. A puddle had formed below and was now widening under Ashlynn. 

To those outside the bathroom, it must have sounded as if one of them was taking a shower. The force with which Ashlynn was smacking the floor with her hot piss created an audible confirmation of the puddle that she had created and was now expanding as it splashed. It was countered only by the hiss of her pale yellow stream as it shot out of her with force.

Michelle had to watch. Not for any sort of perversion, but because the image of her daughter, desperately peeing on the floor of a bathroom shook her to her very core. What kind of Mother am I? This is all my fault. She chided herself. She could have stood still and wet herself, she had already lost her battle, but her child, her only child, was forced to urinate on the floor like an animal. And it was all her fault. Her conscience was enraged, demanding she apologize.

“Ash…I…I’m so sorry. I’m really-“

“D-don’t. No.” Ashlynn finally stopped peeing, her flow was now a dribble. “I-I’m embarrassed enough.” She dripped for a moment

Michelle finally stood, her soaked jeans now cooling. They felt heavy, damp, and they rubbed as she walked by her still squatting daughter. She tried to dab them dry with a paper towel, but the damage was far too complete. She took an extra sheet to the footprints she had left on her way to the toilet, and handed a sheet to her daughter.

“Here. Dry yourself and-“

Ashlynn looked away as a second, much weaker stream dribbled out of her tight snatch.

“Still?” Michelle was surprised how much her daughter had held

Ashlynn said nothing, this stream was silent, weak. As she finished, she stood and took the extra sheet from her mother. She dried herself and pulled her leggings back up. They too, were soaked. Though unlike Michelle's jeans, park patches were all over Ashlynn's leggings. They refused to form a cohesive stain. Her face was shaped into one of fear, anguish and embarrassment as she dropped the used paper towel into her puddle.

“Everything ok in there?” A knock on the door.

Michelle opened it slowly, greeting the hostess from before bashfully.

“We, uh…we didn’t make it…”

The hostess sighed, observing the damage.

“Look, just leave and never come back and I’ll make sure this gets cleaned up.”

“T-thank you Ma’am.”

“Man alive, it’s all over the place.” The lady grumbled

As mother and daughter stepped out of the bathroom, they were clearly the center of attention. A hush had come over the patrons, all of them were prepared for the spectacle. It was obvious to all as they exited the bathroom that both mother and daughter had peed. Still, Michelle held her head up high. It wasn’t the first time, hopefully it would be the last time, but she knew she had done her best. She had tried, tried and tried again to hold it, and simply didn’t make it this time. As the two exited the diner, Michelle took solace in the fact that she’d never see any of those people again.

As they made their way to the car, Michelle heard a distinct, high pitched whine. She turned around. Ashlynn was red in the face, tears streaming down her cheeks. She put her head in her hands, her auburn hair covering her face. Michelle walked back to her and gave her a hug. A hug tighter than she had in years

“Aw, baby…I’m so sorry.” Michelle let her words hand as her daughter sobbed “No one is judging you. We both had an accident. It’s ok.”

Ashlynn didn’t respond. Her tears still flowing down her face. Michelle repeated her last phrase

“It’s ok. It’s ok. I’m here baby.”

“Y-y-you n-never are!” Ashlynn choked out

Her daughter didn't utter another word. She stayed silent, apart from her tears. Michelle stood with her, making a promise more to herself than to her child. It was going to be a long trip, and she knew that. Perhaps it couldn’t make up for her missteps as a mother, but dry pants and a commitment to her daughter was a place to start.

Edited October 13, 2022 by Knockonthedoor

[MrSonata 208]

Great start. I like where I think its going.

[Knockonthedoor 175]

Chapter 2

Ashlynn cried. She Wailed. On top of her embarrassment, she was angry. She could feel the splotches and clingy wetness on her leggings. She felt like an animal, forced to relive herself in front of her mother, because Michelle couldn’t be bothered to move off the toilet. Still, her mother’s embrace comforted her somewhat. Ashlynn didn’t want to jeopardize such a tight hug. Despite the moist sensation of her mother’s wet legs against her somewhat dry leggings, there was nothing like a mother’s embrace. She started to calm. If only to walk back to the car. As she took to the passenger side, Ashlynn was still a sniveling wreak.

Michelle could feel her jeans as she walked back to her car. The heavy wetness, now cold, was a constant reminder that she hadn’t made it to the bathroom. She was embarrassed, ashamed, but worried more about her daughter. The image of her daughter, her brown eyes wide with fear, standing over the floor had scarred her. The pain of losing the battle to her own bladder and giving her daughter the embarrassment of watching her do so, was enough to have her question her actions as a mother. They were quiet as the car started back up. Quiet enough for Michelle to be with her own thoughts, if only for a moment. She stopped the car at the parking lot entrance.

“Ash. Baby, can you look up the closest department store?” Michelle sighed “I-I need new pants.”

Ashlynn was still sniveling, trying to calm down “Can-can’t you just wear something that you brought for tomorrow?”

“Then I wouldn’t have anything clean for your orientation. It’s not like I planned to…” She sighed “…ruin these.”

“C-can I just wait in the car then?” Ashlynn said timidly, the embarrassment of peeing on the floor still weighing on her mind.

Michelle nodded. “I-I’m really sorry you had to see me…do that…”

Ashlynn didn’t respond. She felt strange as she looked up a department store. There was one not far away in terms of mileage. However, her phone was sure to mention the heavy traffic. It had returned since the mother-daughter duo had engaged in their incident. Ashlynn still felt angry about the entire thing. Instinctively, she tried to repress it. Michelle wanted a discussion, her cold, wet jeans a consistent reminder of what had just happened. Taking a different approach, she tried to start another talk

“…It just kept coming and coming. I tried to stop it-I, I didn’t know what to do…“

“Mom? Could we not talk about it?”

“It might make you feel better.”

“I want to forget.”

Michelle didn’t press. She relayed the only thing left on her mind

“I’m sorry sweetie.”

Ashlynn folded her arms and said nothing as they made their way to the next exit.

Michelle’s bladder began to throb again. It felt different. Empty, but full. As she took the exit for the department store, she found the word for it. Irritated. She felt desperate again, but it wasn’t the same desperation that she had experienced not twenty minutes before. Ashlynn conveyed a similar concern.

“Mom? Um...don’t hate me, but I-I think…” She sighed “I think I have to pee again.”

“I don’t hate you Ash.”

“It was just an expression! But…I’d be nice if you acknowledged my feelings for once…”

Michelle was happy her daughter was opening up, but her growing desperation gnawed at her mind, occupying space that could be better deployed to speak to her child. She responded in platitudes

“I love you.”

“You’re supposed to say that!”

“I mean it!”

Ashlynn crossed her legs, she kept her anger hidden, despite the fact that it was bubbling up within her. She looked at her phone. It wasn’t much further in terms of distance, but time was an issue. The car halted again to confirm it. Looking back up from her phone she could see the mass of stopped cars around them. The open field outside her window provided little of interest, save for the deteriorating farm house. Shifting positions, Ashlynn decided to sit on her hands, bending forward a bit. Her desperation was rapidly increasing, unlike anything she had ever experienced before.

Michelle felt a heavy weight in her bladder again. Weak from her long hold before her accident, it was bothered again. What had started as a twinge in the diner parking lot was now a problem that only time over a toilet could solve. She had to pee again, and her desperation was growing with every passing second. Her brain, having lost the battle once, had a weaker argument against her bladder. Why shouldn’t it release again into her jeans? The cool, moist wetness on her legs tantalized what urine was still in her bothered bladder. Groaning, she took one hand off the steering wheel and rubbed her already damp crotch. Ashlynn looked over and scowled at her. Michelle returned the glance, not understanding or comprehending the angry expression. She broke the silence.

“Sorry dear. Mom’s gotta pee again.”

Without hesitation Ashlynn shot back angrily

“Piss yourself.”

Michelle scoffed, thinking her daughter was joking.

She looked at her daughter, Ashlynn’s young face as cold as a stone. Michelle’s smile quickly faded, she realized Ashlynn wasn’t joking.

“You’re not serious?”

“Why not?” Ashlynn said coldly “You’re already wet.”

“No.” Michelle said definitively.

“You’re no better at being a mom than you are at holding it in.” Ashlynn grabbed at herself and squirmed in her seat.

“D-don’t say that…please…” Michelle felt a stabbing emotional pain

“What, that you’re bad at holding your pee or that you’re a bad mom? Both are true.” Ashlynn tried to twist the knife

“Ash, please-“ Michelle’s voice cracked

“And what are you going to do? Cry? Drink more wine?” Ashlynn raised her voice, her emptions taking over “Ignore me like always?” With each word the pitch of her voice increased, she was nearly screaming now, even as she held it.

“Why did you take me to college? Dad and I could be having fun, I could be enjoying myself. Why did you have to stick me in here with you?”

Ashlynn paused trying to calm herself. Another wave of desperation came over her; she grabbed her crotch and bent forward

“And I have to fucking pee again! I hate this!” Ashlynn folded her arms and rocked back into her seat.

The car was still moving at a snail’s pace through traffic. Michelle had no idea where this anger was emanating from. She thought that Ashlynn might be upset at what she had seen her mother do. For that Michelle was sorry. As for the accusation of being a poor mother, Michelle was oblivious. She dared to pry, trying to understand. She stopped the car again as traffic dictated.

“Honey, I’m really sorry I had an accident in front of you. Are you embarrassed? Is that where this anger is coming from?”

Ashlynn sighed. “No, it’s not-“ Ashlynn paused. “I am embarrassed that everyone saw you pee your pants, but that’s not…” Ashlynn shifted in her seat, adjusting to her own bladder's need. “…why.”

“Then what is it? I’m…mmpf…” a wave of desperation overcame Michelle. She held it.

“You really want to know? It’s like you’re a stranger. It’s like Dad and I are a family and you’re a roommate.”

“How?”

“How?” Ashlynn raised her voice again “How? When was the last time you taught me anything?”

“You’re eighteen! What do you even need to learn?”

“Anything! You know what Dad taught me before we left? He taught me how to defend myself in case some guy tried something. When I got my first paycheck, he taught me about taxes, growing up, he taught me everything about football. You? What have you taught me?”

Michelle was silent. Nothing came to mind. Michelle offered a weak defense.

“But those are guy things. What do I know about football?”

“That’s my point! I have no idea about any girl stuff! You never cared enough to teach me.”

“We’ll, my mother never ta-“

“This isn’t about you and your mother. This is about us!” Ashlynn rubbed her abdomen “The only thing you’ve ever shown or taught me is that pissing yourself isn’t a big deal.”

“When did I teach you that?” Michelle asked angrily. She stopped the car again, traffic slowing their progress

“Like thirty minutes ago when it was running down your legs in the middle of a restaurant!”

“Honey, that was an accident! I couldn’t wait anymore!”

“And I’m about to have an accident too. It really hurts to hold it in, and there's no way I'm waiting to get into that store!”

“No!” Michelle implored. “Don’t pee in this car!”

“Or what?” You’ll turn around? Take me back home?”

Michelle was quiet. They both knew Michelle’s threat was an empty one. Ashlynn felt vindictive. She was bothered by her desperation and eager to agitate her mother. Her lips curled in a mischievous smile. She was going to pee her pants.

Ashlynn shifted her hips, angling herself towards the windshield, so that her deed would be obvious. She parted her legs, the outline of her labia just visible through her yellow leggings. Assuming that it would be an easy task, Ashlynn attempted to relax.

At first she felt a rush. A jolt of electricity running through her body, emanating from her tired bladder. Then nothing. She closed her eyes, attempting to relax into the feeling. Nothing still. Her body was rejecting her mind’s reasoning for letting herself go. She wanted it, more so to anger her mother than for her own pleasure. Taking a deep breath, Ashlynn tried a different method. She pushed. Contracting her bladder muscles, she could see her soft labia quiver with the attempt. She felt the sting of the attempt, the feeling of her urine right up against her slit.

She relaxed again, feeling the needling joy of her attempt in her veins. Still, her urinary system denied her request. She stopped trying. Though now the feeling of a full bladder pressed against her tender genitals. Ashlynn felt like she could go. There was a slight warmth, a pleasant comfort around her crotch. Had she leaked? After giving herself a slight reprieve, she gave herself another chance.

Again, Ashlynn relaxed. Immediately she felt the same rushing feeling of liquid moving from her bladder to her sensitive area. This time though she felt a jolt of hot liquid rush into her panties. It was warm, moist, and wet. The new sensation caused her audibly gasp. She grabbed her crotch, her leggings still dry, but her panties were damp. Ashlynn looked over to her mother, who looked at her daughter and the position she was in.

“No…you’re not” Michelle pleaded

Ashlynn responded with a devious smirk. Removing her hands from her crotch, she let her mother see the small dark spot that had formed as she peed into her panties again.

“Ashlynn, no!” Her mother begged

Another spurt, this one longer. It was followed by another and another. Now, the dark patch covered Ashlynn’s snatch, the sodden fabric now clinging to her genital lips. Each one filled her with a satisfying courage. A moment where she could get back at her mother for her lackadaisical ways. She continued to push, trying to completely relieve herself.

Michelle tried to command her daughter to stop, but her voice had little authority, especially when her own pants were stained with the same substance.

“Honey, no. Stop! Hold it. Stop peeing your pants!”

Ashlynn responded with a groan. Finally instead of simply spurting into her panties with little jets and dribbles, enough urine had been coaxed out of her to fully stream into her leggings.

The first thing that Ashlynn noticed was the warmth. A nearly searing hotness, it burned against her thighs and warmed the seat of her pants. A puddle began to form as the forcefully hot piss ran through the fabric of her leggings. Under the crotch of her now darkened leggings, Ashlynn’s panties were starting to show through. They too, were sodden. Panting through the strain of peeing her pants, Ashlynn admitted

“This isn’t…so bad…”

Ashlynn continued to breathe calmly, her chest rose then sunk as she let out each successive gush of hot piss. It pooled onto the leather seat below her, soaking it in warm pee. The wetness exploded forth in streaks, but was not powerful enough to leak off of the sides of the seat she was in. Ashlynn shivered as the warm feeling fully soaked into her leggings. She felt it sink down towards her butt, the last few spurts made their way out of her. She felt completely and utterly relieved. Ashlynn slowly shifted her legs up and down, letting the tight, wet, hot fabric press against her groin. It felt good, and surprising to her, almost like masturbation. It was wonderful. Until it quickly started to cool. Michelle spoke first.

“Why?”

“Because it hurt to hold it that long before. We’re not even half way to the store, so it seemed like the best option.” And because it’d make you mad Ashlynn thought to herself

“You’re soaked…the seat…why, Ashlynn, why?” Michelle repeated

“You know what’d be a funny story? If you did it too.”

Michelle turned to her daughter, now clad in piss stained leggings, her eyes wide. Ashlynn prodded

“We have no connection, no relationship, no stories we can tell, no lessons you’ve given me…”

“No.”

“…no fun memories, no shared hobbies-“

“Ashlynn, no!” There was a paused as Michelle yelled. She broke the sudden silence. “I’m not going to pee my pants again, certainly not on purpose.”

“Its not that bad though! You know? It was warm, and-“

“Yes, I know what peeing your pants feels like. I’m just…not doing it on purpose.”

“You agree it feels nice?”

“Honey, a 42 year-old woman shouldn’t have piss running down her legs in the middle of a diner. No, it did not feel nice.”

“I don’t mean nice like, I dunno, socially. But I mean, didn’t you like how warm it was?”

“I wasn’t paying attention really. I just kind of knew it was happening, and that I couldn’t stop it. I guess it was warm.”

The conversation fizzled out, neither one knowing where to go from Michelle’s statement. In the silence, her angered bladder took hold again. Quickly, she became aware of her predicament. Her bladder throbbed. It ached. Her abdomen was swollen, irritated at her for how long she had tried to hold her pee. She stopped the car again, obeying traffic. Taking the opportunity, Michelle took one hand off the wheel and grabbed her crotch. Her mature pussy felt heavy. The tension in her muscles from holding herself was wearing on her. A thought came to her that she quickly tried to bury.

Pee here.

She shook her head. Telling herself not to. Her sexual mind tried again. You’re already wet. You’re cold. It’ll be warm. Ashlynn already did it. She said she liked it. Maybe you will too. Trust her.

Michelle took a deep breath and put her hands back on the wheel. She changed lanes as traffic slowly moved, now they sat in the middle lane, moving ever so slightly. Ashlynn spoke, in a calming voice this time.

“Wow mom, you really have to go, huh?”

“uh-huh.” Michelle wasn’t going to deny it as she rubbed her thighs together

“Now I am just trying to help you. Pee your pants. Its fine, and honestly not as bad as you think.”

“What about the seats?”

“I’ll wipe them down once we get to the store.” Ashlynn spoke with confidence

Michelle shook her head “No. No, I’m going to hold it.”

“Fine. If you want to be stubborn and be in pain for another thirty minutes for no good reason, that’s on you.”

The two returned to silence. Traffic moved, then it didn’t. Michelle stewed in her own desperation, the pressing need starting to bear down full force on her sensitive snatch. The car stopped again, and was only still for a moment before Ashlynn tapped her mother on the arm. Michelle looked at her daughter who pointed off towards the field by the side of the highway.

“You could do what she’s about to do.”

Michelle watched as an Asian woman dashed into the field after exiting the back of an expensive looking sedan. She was dressed smartly, a black pencil skirt and light colored blouse to contrast. A hand was jammed against her crotch, balled up against herself. The woman, with her dark hair shining in the sunlight, stopped just a few paces onto the open field.

Her legs parted into a wide stance, shaking and quivering. Her whole body shook as an obviously clear stream began to pour out of her. She lifted her skirt, the clear liquid glinting in the afternoon sun as a thick stream shot straight through her now exposed panties. Drips and drops splattered the ground around her as she bent slightly back, finally dropping her panties.

Her pink underwear only got to her kneecaps before it stopped, causing the mysterious woman to stay in her only slightly bent forward stance. She was unable to squat, displaying her genitals to the entire group of cars on the highway. As her fat stream of clear piss continued to spay out of her and onto the ground below. Michelle finally commented, her own need pressing even harder against her now.

“Poor girl.”

“Jeez, how long do you think she was holding that in?”

“How should I know? Hope she’s not the secretary for some pervert of a boss.”

“Maybe she’s an executive. Hope her employees don’t have to watch their boss do all of that.”

The unknown woman continued to relieve herself, her pussy exposed to the world. Hot pee ran down her legs in small rivulets, simultaneously as a wide jet of urine shot in a straight line into the grass below.

“See why I don’t want to pee in the grass, mom?” Ashlynn tried to prove her point

“That’s not at all how you…” Michelle pressed her thighs together, her desperation gnawing at her “...do it, Ash.”

As traffic began to move slightly in their lane, Michelle took one last look at the business woman, who was just finishing her pee. The woman had turned her head towards traffic, her mascara clearly running from the tears in her eyes. She looked frightened more than anything.

“Besides, I’m not even sure if she was downhill. All that probably ran into her heels.”

“Then how would you have done it?”

Michelle felt a sudden jolt in her bladder. A sharp pain that demanded she let go then and there. She grabbed her crotch again, driving with one hand now.

“Ohhh…please stop talking about pee…”

“Just go in your pants mom.”

“No!” Michelle protested “H-h-how much further?”

Ashlynn looked down at her phone.

“23 minutes.”

I’m never going to make it Michelle thought to herself. She looked at her daughter, who was now invested in her phone again. Please don’t notice this sweetie. I can’t believe I’m about to do this. Michelle tried to convince herself that it would be quiet. That Ashlynn wouldn’t notice her going. Her daughter had brought up good points. Her jeans were already stained with pee, and she had already unintentionally wet herself in front of her daughter. This by comparison wouldn’t be as obvious. As the car stopped for traffic again, Michelle made the decision. She was going to pee her pants. She took a deep breath, and let go of her aching bladder.

The first warm trickle felt exhilarating. The new experience of wetting while driving, was almost invigorating. It was a  taboo act, Michelle knew that. She just hoped it would be discrete as she exhaled into the relief. Her fingers gripped the wheel, her knuckles nearly turning white as another steaming hot gush poured into her panties and pants. The warmth bloomed around her crotch, spread throughout her lap, and started to pool beneath her before soaking into the seat. Michelle sighed, fighting to pay attention to the traffic. She stopped and shifted her position.

Michelle could feel the warm liquid that had pooled in her jeans shift as she did, a wet squelching sound was suddenly audible. She didn’t acknowledge Ashlynn, as her daughter looked over to her. Unable to wait, Michelle relaxed again, a light hiss now arose from her re-stained jeans. Her fears were realized when Ashlynn asked

“What’s th-“ Ashlynn gasped “A-are you peeing?” A smile crossed her lips

“N-n-“ Before Michelle could get a full word out, she felt a hand on her thigh

Ashlynn giggled “You are! You totally are!”

“N-no!” Michelle tried to muster a protest, more a reflex than an admission of reality.

Suddenly, she felt her daughters hand against her soaked crotch. Ashlynn’s fingers were right up against her mother’s womanly lips, her palm against her still pissing pussy.

“I can literally feel it! Admit it mom! You’re peeing your pants!”

“Alright! Fine! Yes…I’m peeing my pants…happy?”

Ashlynn still had her hand against her mother’s crotch, the slight vibration and gushing liquid warming her palm.

“See? Not so bad is it? All warm and stuff-“

“Get your hand off of my privates. That’s just wrong Ashlynn.”

“Sorry!” She pulled her hand back “But still, why should we even bother with bathroom breaks? I mea-“

“Enough!” Michelle nearly yelled, her stream finally dying down as she now sat in a puddle. “I wasn’t going to make it to the store, I get that. But I’ll be damned if my daughter is going to sit in that seat and piss herself!”

Michelle started to drive again, following the traffic. She continued.

“You want me to teach you stuff? You want me to be a mom and show you girl stuff?” She asked emphatically, pointing a finger at her daughter

“I’m going to teach you how to squat. I’ll show you how to be a woman!”

Ashlynn responded with a genuine smile. Maybe this wouldn’t be such a bad trip after all.

A/N: Sorry for the long time between updates. Lots of life stuff IRL right now. That being said, I hope you enjoyed the second chapter. I'd love to hear about your favorite part or hopes for the direction of the story!

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On 12/13/2022 at 6:28 AM, Knockonthedoor said:

Sorry for the long time between updates. Lots of life stuff IRL right now. That being said, I hope you enjoyed the second chapter. I'd love to hear about your favorite part or hopes for the direction of the story!

No need to apologise, I'm just as guilty with several series still left hanging.  Life has a way of getting in the way and you can only write when your brain is in the right gear.

That was a great instalment and love the way the attitudes of both ladies changed along the way.   Can't wait for the squatting lessons, which in themselves must be an admission of previous public peeing by Michelle.

[Fknsl1 8]

This is a great treatment of these characters, a little more bold than originally.  I love how Ashlynn wets on purpose!  Seems like she's trying to draw out her mom. 

The next installment is gonna be Epic!  Thanks for posting

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On 12/15/2022 at 12:58 PM, Alfresco said:

No need to apologise, I'm just as guilty with several series still left hanging.  Life has a way of getting in the way and you can only write when your brain is in the right gear.

That was a great instalment and love the way the attitudes of both ladies changed along the way.   Can't wait for the squatting lessons, which in themselves must be an admission of previous public peeing by Michelle.

I appreciate your understanding on the IRL stuff. At least it can't get much worse lol.

Yeah, I like to think that some of Michelle's previous exploits will be a source of bonding between the two and that it'll give us a clearer picture of who she is/was as a person.
 

On 12/16/2022 at 6:48 AM, Fknsl1 said:

This is a great treatment of these characters, a little more bold than originally.  I love how Ashlynn wets on purpose!  Seems like she's trying to draw out her mom. 

The next installment is gonna be Epic!  Thanks for posting

Yeah, I've completely redone the overall story and how it plays out. Totally different from the other site. 

The next installment should be up by Friday!

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Chapter 3

A/N: Apologies in advance for any grammatical of spelling mistakes, I rushed this a bit. I still liked how it came out though, enjoy! As always, feedback is welcomed!

Traffic was no better after the two had wet themselves, but it was much more bearable. Free from the pain of holding their bladders, and their bladders satisfied from the strain of the day, a feeling of contentment was oddly present in the sedan. The two were quiet as Ashlynn started to play around on her phone again.

Michelle shifted in her seat. Her daughter was right, it wasn’t all that gross or disgusting to have wet her pants again, the second time being much more enjoyable than the first. She could feel the now cooling pool of urine beneath her squish with her movements. Given that she was sitting in a puddle of her own piss, it forced her to reflect on the experience as a whole.

“Hey, um Ash?”

“Mmm?” She didn’t look up from her phone

“Um…thanks…I think?”

Ashlynn laughed “For what?”

“For letting me um…do that.”

“Do what? Pee your pants?”

Michelle nodded “I can just see the exit now…there was no way I’d have made it.”

“Um…you’re welcome?”

Michelle looked over at her daughter and smiled, but her enthusiasm after finally breaking through to Ashlynn faded when she got a full looked at Ashlynn’s yellow leggings. With her daughter sitting with her legs spread, the darkened patch at the crotch was obvious. Michelle was flooded by a mix of emotions. She felt like a failure. On the one hand, she had completely disgraced herself in front of her own daughter, and on the other, they had connected in a strange way. The unconventional nature of this connection and her embarrassing wetting created an emotional welt on Michelle. She looked away, and begun to make her way through traffic and towards the exit.

“So, where, you like…serious about…you know…teaching me?” Ashlynn said weakly

Michelle sighed, she had made that comment in frustration, but oddly enough, felt as though it was a way to connect with her child.

“Yes. Yes I am serious.” Michelle affirmed it more for herself than Ashlynn

“Please tell me it’s not going to look like that!” Ashlynn pointed

Following the direction Ashlynn was pointing in, Michelle looked out of her window, back towards the highway. A yellow bus with the words S.C Woodrow University had pulled over and was parked in the grass gap between the exit and the traffic filled highway. Shielded from the traffic, but exposed to those who were traveling up the exit ramp, a group of five women were all squatted in a line in front of the bus.

Each one was dressed in a track uniform. A dark blue color with white accents and yellow lettering that spelled the name of the college on their track tops. Their shorts were extremely short, not unlike any other track uniform, and their exposed pussies told the rest of the story.

The tallest, and from a distance, the most mature looking woman of the group, was squatting in the middle. Her back was against the bus, her eyes closed in relief. She was most likely the track coach. The woman was flanked on either side by two younger looking women, presumably students. They too had their shorts pulled to their knees, squatting in front of the bus. Even from a distance, the speed of the liquid that was pouring out of their genitals was obvious. A clear sign that the group of five had been desperately holding it on a bus that had been stuck in traffic. Taking in the entire scene as the car reached the top of the ramp, Michelle finally replied to her daughter

“Kind of. But I wouldn’t have us on the side of the road like that. You’ve got to pick your spot better.”

“And you know what that looks like?”

“What? A good spot?”

“Yeah.”

“Of course I know how to pick a spot!” Michelle laughed “When mom’s gotta go, she’s gotta go!”

Ashlynn nodded, then fell silent. They had reached the top of the exit ramp, coming to a halt at the red light at the top of the hill. Ashlynn looked down at her stained crotch, her panties showing though the moist fabric.

“My pants are cold.” She commented

The light turned green, and Michelle made her way onto the road towards the department store.

“Mine too. My legs are frozen.”

The trip from the exit ramp to the department store parking lot was a short but quiet one. The reality of what they had done had set in. Michelle felt embarrassed that she had wet herself twice, and her pants showed the complete soaking that she had given them. She knew she wouldn’t be able to hide her soaked pants from the ample amount of customers both outside in the parking lot and inside the large store. Michelle swallowed hard and sighed.

“Mom? You ok?” Ashlynn asked gently

“I…I’m really embarrassed.” Michelle admitted “My pants…everyone is going to know that I peed. Do you mind? Coming in there with me?”

Ashlynn looked around the parking lot before instinctively covering her crotch with her hand. She leaned over to inspect her mother’s jeans. She rubbed her free hand on her mother’s thigh, her fingers touching the puddle that still sat under her mother’s lap.

“Wow. Yeah. You’re still soaked. How would me walking in there with you help though?”

“I…” Michelle sighed “I could use the encouragement.”

“But then I would be just as embarrassed. Look.”

Ashlynn took her hands off of her mother and rotated in her seat, so that the soaked butt of her leggings was visible. Her blue panties just poking through.

“Oh, sweetie.” Ashlynn could feel her mother’s fingers prodding at her wet butt. “You’re really wet too. I guess you’d be just as much of a spectacle.” Michelle took her fingers away

“Maybe I could clean the seats instead?” Ashlynn suggested

“Someone’s going to have to do it. And I’d rather not sit down in a pee puddle.” Michelle looked back out the window and sighed. She felt a hand on top of hers. Ashlynn looked her in the eyes

“I’m sorry. I should have held it.”

Michelle awkwardly leaned over and gave her daughter a hug. The two held the embrace for a moment, even as the console of the car was in the way.

“I guess we have a story now, huh?”

“And something to learn from you!” Ashlynn pointed out

“Yeah. That’s right. I can share something with you! Just like you wanted!” Michelle couldn’t help but get a little excited. Her intention for this entire trip was to connect with her child. The two broke their embrace.

“I should probably get plenty of waters while I’m in there then.”

Ashlynn smiled, and Michelle opened the door, ready to face the world with her wet pants.

Shuffling quickly, with her jeans loudly swooshing with each step, Michelle made her way towards the large doors at the entrance to the store. As she walked, her sandals squished, her feet nearly slipping with each step. Cold pee, which had soaked into her saturated jeans for sometime now started to drip down her legs. The dark drops left a small trail behind her on the pavement of the parking lot. She looked straight ahead, staring at the double doors of the large department store. Feeling brave, and invigorated by the prospect of mending her relationship with her daughter, Michelle walked into the store.

She could feel the different reactions around her as other patrons passed by. Some simply stared, others snickered, and more still looked behind for a second glance. Michelle had her sunglasses down, protecting her eyes and perhaps her privacy, but all eyes were on her. Her pants were cool, partially dried from their second wetting, but they smelled. Michelle simply had to stand there and take it all in, the gravity of what she had done finally hitting her.

Michelle’s initial brevity had worn off by the time she made it to the pants isle. Grabbing and sorting through pairs of new pants had done much to drill home just what she had done. Her inability to control herself, and forcing her daughter to use the floor were forever burned into her memory. The feeling of her own wet pants as Ashlynn stood over on the floor troubled her. Her scolded herself for her failings as a mother. For these feelings, there was no one to blame but herself.

Her negative, spiraling thoughts were interrupted by a saleswomen. Dressed in a black skirt and stockings, she wore a smile that spoke of condescension.

“Can I help you find anything?”

“No. Just need to find a pair that goes with my shirt.”

“Oh. Oh my, what happened?” The saleswomen feigned concern. Michelle knew better

“I’m driving my daughter up to school.” Michelle’s smile was one of pain “And I had too much coffee before we could stop…so this…this is pee.” She motioned over her still stained jeans. She tried not to cry as she smiled “I-I peed myself.”

The saleswoman seemed to take joy in Michelle’s embarrassment.

“Ah, I see. I just got a new puppy, and toilet training it has been a nightmare!”

“Are you…suggesting that I’m not ‘trained’?”

“Of course not. I will add though, we have stores all over the state. So next time that happens, you come see us.”

“I-I don’t plan on doing this again.”

“Oh, no I meant next time you have to go. Restrooms open to paying customers.” She still wore her fake smile as she turned away from Michelle. As the woman left her Michelle heard her grumble “Just not open to employees…”

The woman probably assumed that Michelle hadn’t seen her slightly bobbing knees as she walked away. Michelle had some solace. Serves you right! Looking in her hand, she had a pair of darker, pre ripped jeans. These would do just fine.

Ashlynn stood just outside the car, the door wide open. At first, she had found some napkins in the glove box, and had attempted to dry the small puddle she had made in the passenger seat. They soaked up little before becoming completely soggy and tattered. She sighed, and put her hands on her hips. Her mother had left a much larger puddle in the drivers seat, and Ashlynn was already down to her last napkin.

She was struck by an idea as she poked her head back inside the vehicle. One of her suitcases was stuffed in the backseat, and Ashlynn walked around to the other side of the car to get it. As she did, she felt as though she was being watched. She could feel someone’s presence behind her. Keeping her head straight, she made her way to the other side of the car, and opened the door to the back seat. As she started to open her suitcase, she got a brief glimpse of an older man that had been briefly walking behind her. As she bent forward to undo the latches of her suitcase, Ashlynn could feel him staring at her butt.

While she was used to attention from men, the fact that she was wet from peeing herself sent a cold shiver up her spine. She tingled in excitement and wiggled her backside just a little. The older man walked on without saying a word, but the attention was a welcome feeling for Ashlynn as she pulled a spare pair of leggings out of the backseat. It was a quick high, a feeling of validation for her actions. Maybe mom got the same attention, maybe its not so wrong after all. Her good feelings around the act of wetting her pants were soon dashed as she heard a gasp from an unknown voice behind her. It sounded effeminate, but a man’s voice whispered

“What’s up with that chick?”

Ashlynn had gotten what she needed. She closed the back door and turned around, facing a teen couple. The girl’s mouth agape, she was the next to speak, her eyes focused on Ashlynn’s crotch

“Did you pee your pants?” She giggled as she spoke

Ashlynn crossed her legs in a weak attempt to hide the obvious stain. Her free hand hovered over her crotch, as though obscuring the darkened patch at her sensitive areas would make the unknown teenager forget.

“Y-yeah…” Ashlynn said weakly

The two broke into a fit of laughter, and continued their walk, playfully pushing and shoving each other as they had an enjoyable afternoon at Ashlynn’s expense.

Ashlynn quickly opened the drivers side door and tossed her clean pants onto her mother’s puddle in the drivers seat. She could feel the hot sting of embarrassment, a crushing sting of the reality of what she had done. As empowered as she had felt about the decision, she now suddenly felt just as mortified. As she quickly dabbed at the cold puddle of pee in the drivers seat, her idea working as her pants soaked it up better than the napkins would have. Still, she was quick, tears welled up in her eyes. Ashlynn darted back around to her side of the car, her excursion into public with pee-stained pants was over.

The fitting rooms were just beyond the kiosks to make her purchase. Standing in the self-checkout line, Michelle now also held two large waters in her hand, intent on keeping her promise to Ashlynn. As she waited for one of the kiosks to open up, the man standing in front of her turned around, noticing her soaked jeans, waters, and new pair of pants.

“You sure you can handle those?” He said with a smug smile, pointing to the waters

With a condescending, venomous smile, Michelle retorted “I think I’ll manage”

The man snorted “Good luck.”

I just want to leave, thank goodness that one just opened up

As Michelle walked over to the open kiosk ad began quickly swiping her items, another mother with her young son walked by. The mind of the young child was uninhibited by social norms, and he shouted the first thing that came to mind as he pointed at Michelle’s wet jeans.

“Look mommy, that lady pees her pants too!”

The other woman looked at Michelle, their eyes locking. Both women turned a crimson shade of red as the majority of the people around the shopping tills heard the child.

Michelle wasn’t sure if child had meant that his mother was currently wet, she was wearing a dress, or if she had just grown slightly incontinent after child-birth. Either way, Michelle slid her card at the payment system, and dashed out of the store, forgoing the ability to change in the bathrooms. It was enough embarrassment for one day.

Back in the car, Michelle threw her new jeans in the backseat. They landed on top of Ashlynn’s opened suitcase, and she quickly opened the front door, finally removing herself from public spectacle as she sat down. She hardly had time to care about Ashlynn’s solution to the puddle problem. As she sat down, she could her the sniveling sounds of her daughter crying to herself.

“Awww, honey. Are you okay?” Michelle’s maternal instincts took over and any and all worries ceased to exist as Ashlynn extended for a hug.

Her daughter said nothing, and Michelle asked nothing, the two understanding the public trauma of what they had just experienced. For Michelle, it was almost worth it. She felt Ashlynn’s embrace grow tighter as she allowed herself to cry. It was cathartic. Primally, it told Michelle that despite the issues in their relationship, at least Ashlynn still wanted her there when she went though experiences like this. Though nothing was said, their tight embrace showed them both what could be.

After getting back on the road, the two were silent for a while. There wasn’t much on the road to gawk at, and the two were already well aware of the predicament they had just recovered from. Traffic had eventually cleared, it had been construction all along. Occasionally, Ashlynn found herself nodding off. As she found herself slipping into sleep, she heard her mother ask

“Kind of quiet. You want to trade songs?”

Ashlynn looked up. “I dunno. I don’t think you’d like any of my stuff.”

“How bad can it be?”

Ashlynn shrugged and plugged her phone into the car charger. Taking the time to discreetly hold herself as she did. As she set up her music she asked

“You didn’t change in the store?”

“I was too embarrassed. Everyone was looking.”

“I’m sorry mom.”

Michelle took one hand off of the steering wheel and patted her daughter on the shoulder. As the music began to play, Michelle regretted her decision to allow Ashlynn the speakers. It certainly wasn’t her kind of music. But she let it play on.

A half an hour had nearly passed. Ashlynn had stopped paying attention, even to her own music. What she saw out the window worried her more. There was nothing but open fields and the occasional tuft of shrubs and trees. No place for them to stop. Certainly no wooded area or place to hide. She looked over to her mother, who has happily humming to her own music while she finished her large water too. Shifting in her seat again, Ashlynn tried to get comfortable. Michelle tossed the empty bottle into the back seat, along with the empty bottle that Ashlynn had already downed. Ashlynn remembered her mother’s promise, and decided to let on that the water was starting to hit her tired bladder already. Ashlynn turned down the radio.

“Mom?”

“Hmm?”

“About the promise you made earlier…about teaching me…”

“Yeah? Do you have to go already? It’s only been an hour-“

“No. I mean. Kind of, but not too bad. I was just kind of wondering.” Ashlynn played with her auburn hair. She sighed “I guess I just want to know if you know what you’re doing.”

Michelle laughed “What do you mean?”

“Like, look out there, there’s nothing to hide behind!” Ashlynn pointed

“Oh sure there is! You’re just not looking.”

“It’s an open field though. Everyone will see us!”

“No they won’t. Besides, Mom knows how to pick her spots. And there certainly aren’t any over there!”

“How?”

“How come there aren’t any spots, or?”

“How do you know so much about this? Is there even that much to learn?”

“It’s a confidence thing really. It’s easier if you don’t pay attention to anyone else. Or even if you have friends to cover you. But if you look hard enough, you can do it without getting caught.”

“Oh.” Ashlynn still wasn’t sure

Unprompted, Michelle started a story “Actually, not knowing how to do it ruined my prom night.”

“What?”

“I’m serious!”

Ashlynn giggled “Sounds like story time to me!”

Michelle smiled “Well, I was with a guy named George at the time. Or at least for prom. Thinking back on it, I’m not sure why. He wasn’t good looking, or nice, or really anything at all. He was kind of boring.”

Ashlynn looked over at her mother, Michelle recalling the event

“Oh! Right! I remember now! He was kind of an average guy, but…”

“But…?”

Michelle spoke quickly “There was a rumor that he had a big dick, and I had to know about it.”

“Mom!” Ashlynn’s jaw dropped

“What? I was your age too! And it’s not like that stuff matters any less, you know?”

“No, I don’t know!”

“You girls must have talked about it all the time in high school.”

“Aaeesha was trying to get into an ivy league, and I wanted to go up north. We spent time studying not talking about boys…sizes.”

“How is ‘esha anyway?”

“Good. You were saying?”

“Oh, right. Anyway, so I wanted to see if the rumors about George were true, and the best way to do that back then was on prom night. I guess it still kind of is.”

Michelle paused to recall the rest of her story. She continued

“The night was kind of boring, but thinking back on it, I don’t think I had ‘gone’ that whole night. I think the girls and I used the toilets at the park before we took pictures, then I just kind of held it.”

“You guys did the whole pictures before prom thing back then?”

“Oh, of course! Pictures in general were a little rarer, you know? You still had those old polaroid and Kodak cameras. It was kind of a big deal when they could develop pictures on their own, you know?”

“No, not really.”

“Anyway, so I had plenty of punch that night, and maybe a little gin.”

“Oooo, Mom! You’re bad!”

Michelle giggled “I know, I used to live on the edge, huh?”

Ashlynn smiled, then returned to listening to her mother’s story

“So by the time it was time to go home, I was really feeling it. You know how it like pushes on you right here?” Michelle pointed just below her midsection “It was really hurting.”

“Yeah?”

“So when I got George to take me home, my mom and dad were out, I was really debating on whether or not I should ask him to find a store or shop I could ask for a bathroom in.”

“You had to go that bad, and you were just debating on it?”

“How may dates have you been on Ash?”

“A few”

“Then you know you can’t just ask the guy to use the bathroom. It’s kind of embarrassing if you just met him.”

“You had just met him? Mom!”

“I know, I know.” Michelle smiled at her past exploits “And his house was kind of out in the country, so I started thinking as we left town, that I might be in trouble.”

“Were you?”

“Well, he noticed me squirming and moving” Michelle mimicked those movements as she moved her hips in her seat “And so, it was kind of embarrassing, but he asked me if I had to go.”

“And you admitted it?”

“What was I supposed to do? Yes, I admitted it.” Michelle continued

“He tells me that its late, and all the shops are closed. To his credit, they were, but it wasn’t exactly the thing I wanted to hear, you know?”

Ashlynn nodded

“So we kept driving, and I figured that I could just use the restroom before I slept with him. But I tell you, by the time we got to some railroad tracks I was holding myself.” Michelle made the same movement to accent her story, her hand gripping the now dry, but still stained jeans she was wearing

“And once we got up on those roads that are all curvy? I swear I thought I was going to die. I don’t think I’ve ever been in that much pain. Except maybe while I was having you.”

“Hey!”

“Not an insult! But it hurts to have a kid. And you were like 6 pounds!”

“Mom! Stop!”

“Fine, fine.” Michelle smiled, then continued on as it faded

“So I’m grabbing myself, staying dry and everything, when he says, and I kid you not, he says-“ Michelle deepened her voice to imitate George “You know this is my dad’s car.”

Ashlynn chuckled

“And I swear I said this out of desperation ‘If you don’t let me piss right now, I’ll ruin this whole seat.’ I think that spooked him into pulling the car over at that point, but I don’t think he was going to let me pee otherwise.”

“So what did you do?”

“It was one of those big cars, with those massive seats, you know? So I opened the door, but when I did, I could feel it coming. It really hurt, and I don’t remember, but I think I was starting to go in my panties. So I used my foot to open the door all the way, pulled them to the side, and let go.”

Ashlynn’s eyes grew wide “All over his car?”

Michelle laughed “No, no, here’s the best part.” She pointed her finger up in an arcing motion

“I had to go so bad, it was like a fountain. I’ll never forget it. It almost went straight up out of me. I was basically lying on my back in that seat, with my head in George’s lap. Then it went forward, onto the grass on the side of the road. Still the only time I’ve peed like that in front of a guy.”

“Mom! Oh my gosh! That’s soo funny!” Ashlynn had a wide smile on her face. Michelle finished her story

“Turns out he didn’t have that big of a dick anyway.”

“H-how?”

“Well, once I was done, I noticed he was hard, and my head was already in his lap. So I took my top down and blew him right there.”

“Mom!”

“What? I had big boobs for my age.”

“Stop!”

Michelle giggled “Never did talk to him afterword’s. I hope he’s alright. Judging by how long he lasted, I don’t think he’d ever seen a girl like that before.”

“Maybe he liked watching you pee.”

Now it was Michelle’s turn to be shocked “Nobody likes peeing like that Ash!”

Ashlynn shrugged “How do you know.”

Michelle went quiet. Ashlynn spoke

“How did that teach you how to find spots to squat though?”

“Oh, that was just how it started. I have a ton of stories sweetie.”

“That was a fun story.”

Michelle smiled at her daughter, who smiled back. Though unfortunately for Ashlynn, her mother was not growing nearly as desperate as she was.

An hour had passed, and Ashlynn now shifted, to sit on the heel of her sneaker. Temporary relief came to her as she struggled with her bladder. Rocking on her heel, Ashlynn’s hand was now pressed firmly into her crotch. She leaned back into the car seat, closing her eyes, hoping that when she opened them, they’d be at a stopping area.

Ashlynn opened her eyes again. She hadn’t slept, she hadn’t napped. It had only been a short time, and the pain in her swelled bladder was far greater than it had been. The only thing on her mind was relief. She exhaled again, feeling warm. She could only think of her pain. Reaching over, she turned her seat cooler onto its highest setting. The fan started to blast her clammy back. She was sweaty, hot. Almost feverish, her muscles were tense. Tightly held in their spots, they each attempted to quell Ashlynn’s irritated bladder. Her concentrated pee sloshed against the sides of her bladder, each movement of the heavy liquid put additional pressure against her strained muscles.

By the same token, Michelle could feel her own bladder swelling. Having already experienced her intense morning desperation, her mind was increasingly fixated on the promise she had made to her daughter.

Surprisingly, she saw Ashlynn contorted and twisted, her legs wrapped around each other and her hands buried into her crotch. Instantly, Michelle knew it was time to teach. She regretted waiting this long as it was, her daughter was clearly in pain.

Michelle slapped the car hazard lights on and slowed the car to a halt as she pulled over to the side of the road.

“Ready Ash?”

“Um…”

“I may have missed my chances to teach you motherly things as you were growing up. But I’m not missing them anymore. It’s time to show you how to squat.”

“Wh-where?”

“In that mess of bushes over there.” Michelle pointed across the open field next to them

“Mom…I can’t…”

“This is something I wish my mother taught me. If you’re going to be partying and doing all the things you’re supposed to do in college, you’re going to need to know how to pee outside. It’s not hard, I’ll show you.”

“It’s…what if someone sees me?”

“They won’t. Let’s go, Mama’s gotta pee too.”

Ashlynn didn’t move, fear taking hold despite her full bladder. Michelle continued to coerce, knowing her daughter just needed another nudge. She reached out her hand, which Ashlynn took.

“Look, Ash, if you have a fear of peeing outside, let me help you. Mamabear knows what she’s doing, trust me.”

With that, Ashlynn decided to try it. Stepping out of the car, Ashlynn followed her across the field. Ashlynn was half bent over, swaying her knees and clutching herself to hold her full bladder. It was starting to feel like a rock. Michelle grabbed her newly bought jeans out of the backseat and a pair of pants from Ashlynn’s suitcase before leading the pair to the small tuft of shrubs, bushes and two dying trees. Upon doing so she gave her first instruction.

“Honey, can you stand next to me?”

Ashlynn obeyed, though she was finding it harder and harder to stand up straight.

“The reason this spot works is because we’re downhill on a fast road. So cars going by won’t have enough time to really even notice that we’re over here, even if cover isn’t great.”

Ashlynn nodded.

“Also, remember to always squat over something flat, or with the downhill. You don’t want to pee up a hill, or it’ll get everywhere.”

Ashlynn continued to hold herself, and Michelle made her next move.

“Okay, so first thing after finding your spot, look left.” Michelle demonstrated “Then look right, then as you look left again…really only if you’re wearing jeans, or something with a zipper, undo your pants. And if you have a friend, this is where you ask them to cover you.”

Getting her peed jeans off was more difficult than she had expected. They stuck and clung to her wide thighs, as she contorted her body to work them off. Eventually they slid down, along with her panties. As she squatted, the scent of her two wettings wafted over her. A twinge of excitement ran along her arms. A sexual excitement that sent a shock up her spine. Shaking her head, Michelle dashed those thoughts out of her mind and continued the lesson

“And remember to keep your pants out of the way, grip them at the crotch and hold your panties there too.”

Ashlynn continued to squirm as she watched a leaf below her mother suddenly show drops of liquid on one of its tips.

“And once you’ve done that…”

Her mother gave one final instruction as a splattering could suddenly be heard from the dirt. Michelle smiled

“Pee.”

The leaf was quickly drowned in a sudden flood of hot pee as it poured out of Michelle. While not a desperate stream that had the force of others she had taken in public, it was still expelling the entire water bottle she had downed in preparation for this lesson. As the dirt parted and failed to absorb all of the gushing piss, the small pine needles also darkened and became wet with her urine. Still looking at her daughter, Michelle gave some encouragement.

“Your turn.”

Ashlynn bit her lip. She excited, but scared and about to burst. Listening to her mother pee wasn’t helping. Deciding to follow along, Ashlynn promptly followed her mother’s instructions in one quick motion and instead whipped her stained yellow leggings down. Squatting next to her peeing mother, she quickly found relief.

By the time she was over the dirt, piss came rocketing forth. A loud hiss erupted from her tired muscles. Her thick stream of wet pee kicked up dirt from the ground onto her ankles and droplets of her warm urine splashed the outside of her sneakers. Ashlynn closed her eyes and sighed. The relief was unimaginable, orgasmic, almost.

“Ashlynn, baby! Oh my goodness! That bad?” Michelle asked, pee still pouring from her exposed pussy

“Very bad…” Ashlynn panted

The dry dirt that had been moved under the force of Ashlynn’s stream now created a small pool that held her bubbling piss. An obvious puddle had formed under her as she sighed again. The overflowing puddle found its way over to Michelle’s own small puddle in the dirt.

“Sweetie, you can’t be doing that to yourself. Tell me next time, ok?”

Ashlynn nodded, enjoying her relief. The two were hidden from the highway, but should anyone have walked along the field, the act that the two were committing would have actually been obvious. Mother and daughter, their bare butts exposed, spraying fresh pee onto the dirt below them.

Michelle’s own stream was dwarfed by her daughter’s, but as she watched the clear spraying liquid wet the ground in front of her, she felt proud. Though it was unconventional, she could say that she taught her daughter something. A skill that she could pass down. As she felt the last of her bladders contents rushing out of her snatch, she closed the lesson.

“I’m just about done, you ok honey?”

Ashlynn nodded and finally opened her eyes. Her stream was no longer as loud or fast as it had been, but it continued to spray the ground at a reasonably fast pace. She looked over to her mother, who’s stream had stopped, but she was still occasionally spirting clear piss onto the ground. Ashlynn could see her contracting her muscles to force whatever was left, out. It was also the first time that she noticed her mother’s trimmed bush, it was not a fact she expected to learn that day.

“That wasn’t so bad, was it?” Michelle smiled at her daughter, her flow finally stopping. She continued to drip

Ashlynn shook head.

“We’ve got a little ways before we reach a populated area. Mom’s might need to do this again. You’ll tell me if you need to join me, right?”

Ashlynn smiled. Her flowing urine cutoff and she too started to drip.

Michelle smiled too and rubbed her daughters back.

“See, I can teach you things! This was easy, right?”

“Actually, yeah.” Halfway chuckling, Ashlynn admitted “It was even kind of fun!”

Michelle ignored the comment “Here, one more thing.” Michelle reached into her purse, still squatting as she air-dried

“Buy a couple packs of these and put them in your purse.” Michelle produced a pack of tissues “They’ll bail you out if need be.” Wiping herself, she tossed the used tissue onto the ground and stood, leaving her well-stained jeans on the dirt.

“Are these bio-degradable?” Ashlynn asked, still squatting

“Uhh…”

As Ashlynn studied the package, Michelle could hear another faint hiss. Her daughter was peeing again. The second stream wasn’t much, and stopped after just a few seconds.

“Huh. These are bio-degradable. Good job mom!”

“Um…thanks.”

Ashlynn cleaned herself too and dropped her used tissue into the pool of cool piss that she had created with her mom. Standing, she smiled at her mom, also leaving her leggings at her feet as Michelle handed her some new pants. The two talked as they stepped out of their pants.

“I like your panties mom.” Ashlynn said genuinely

“Me too! Although I think I liked them better without this.”

They were white panties, striped with wide black bars, but they were clearly soaked, a small horizon that nearly covered the entire front was visible. She pointed at Ashlynn’s blue panties, which were equally wet.

“Blue panties with yellow leggings?”

“I wasn’t expecting to show them off!”

Michelle pointed “They have like the same pattern though.”

Ashlynn looked at her inquisitively. Michelle added

“Pee pattern!”

Ashlynn laughed, and hiked them up, her womanly lips peaking out of the sides of the panties

“They are like the same pattern, aren’t they? That’s cute, they match!”

Michelle hiked hers up too, her mature lips also poking out at the sides, her camel-toe apparent

“See? We’re not so different! Well, maybe mine are…”

“What?”

Michelle turned, showing her backside to Ashlynn, but said nothing. Ashlynn looked for a difference, thinking she’d see some differing pattern, she couldn’t make anything out.

“I don’t see anything different.”

“Just wait…What about now?”

Suddenly Ashlynn could see a rouge dripple of clear piss running down the back of one of Michelle’s thighs. Soon her panties distended briefly, and a very weak, clear stream dripped from them.

“Oh my gosh mom! Again?”

Michelle giggled “Just a little. I’m done already.” She pulled her panties down, dripping with fresh pee

Ashlynn did the same, though without having rewet her panties in the same fashion that her mother just had. Quickly, they both stood, bare from the waist down.

“Mom, you forgot fresh panties.”

“Nah, I didn’t forget.” Michelle pulled her new dry jeans over herself. “We don’t need to dirty another pair.” She zipped up her fly, finally hiding her snatch again

Ashlynn did the same though with sweatpants. It was another decent suggestion by her mother.

“Ready?” Michelle asked

“Ready!”

As they walked back to the car, Ashlynn reached out and hugged her mother with one arm. It may have been the high of her desperately needed relief, or perhaps she was finally getting what she wanted all along. Womanly advice and someone to lean on. Looking back as they reached the car, Ashlynn saw two small tuffs of white tissue. Markers of what they had done, a visual of what they had started.

Edited December 25, 2022 by Knockonthedoor

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On 12/24/2022 at 5:18 PM, Tman27 said:

Great job on the newest chapter! Keep it up thanks for sharing, the prom night story was a nice touch too! 

Thanks! It was a little longer than I want most chapters to be, but at the same time, I think it hits on the ideas I want in the next few chapters.

Michelle has plenty of stories and "techniques" to teach, and she and Ashlynn can bond in that way. Also, I think I can get the next chapter done by Wednesday, so expect the next installment around then 

Edited December 26, 2022 by Knockonthedoor

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Chapter 4

Music returned to the family car, with the two now more comfortable around each other, light conversation also ensued. It was less awkward than it had been, owing to the adventure the pair had shared throughout the day. The sun was starting to set, and Michelle had now been driving for quite sometime. The plan was to stop at a hotel they had made reservations for in a nondescript small town before resuming their travels in the morning. And the mother-daughter duo was now close to the little town in Virginia, close to the border between north and south. As their current conversation wrapped up, Michelle felt comfortable enough to express her feelings

“See honey? Talking to Mom isn’t so bad! We can have plenty of fun together!”

“I’ve had some fun, sure. But…”

“But what?”

“Well, let’s not act like I can actually go to you for anything other than, I dunno, pee.”

“You can always come talk to me! Don’t you think you can?”

“Sure, I guess I could theoretically. But you only ever tell me that you’re busy. Or that there’s more important things in life. It’s like you never really take me seriously.”

“But I do, of course I take you seriously!”

“Dad actually shows it.”

“How? How is he different? I got you a nice graduation gift, didn’t I?”

“Because he doesn’t try to buy me things and call it parenting!” Ashlynn waited, debating on continuing to speak her mind. “And it’s his money anyways…”

“Hey! I work! I run a business!” 

“Recruiting people to sell oil is not a business mom!” Ashlynn paused, feeling guilty, like she was ruining the progress they had made in the past few hours “I’m sorry. Can we drop this?”

“Fine.” Michelle answered curtly. Michelle scootched her backside forward, her mature slit just over the edge of the wooden chair.

The rest of the ride to the hotel was silent. Checking in, the two brought some items to their room, though only enough to sleep in and what they would be wearing for the ride tomorrow.

Finally, conversation resumed, consisting of dinner plans. Options were limited in the small town. But eventually it was decided that they would eat at a small Italian place. It was dark, cramped, and the food was bland. But it would do for them. Conversation was minimal, and Ashlynn felt bad about halting the progress they had made. 

Michelle had not gone since squatting with her daughter, and the wine she had already consumed with her meal wasn’t helping. Using a combination of her hand and her body, Michelle rhythmically dug her pussy into the edge of the chair. It sent pleasurable waves through her body. It felt as though she was masturbating and helped distract her from the undeniable urge to pee. At least she also had a conversation to distract herself with.  Their last argument weighed heavily on her mind. Michelle decided to press the issue again.

“I didn’t know you hated what I do for a living.”

“I don’t hate it. I just know where the money comes from. I mean. You’re never up before ten.”

“That doesn’t mean I don’t work, Ashlynn!” Michelle picked at her spaghetti. 

Still attempting to remain subtle, she balled her hand into a fist and pressed it into her thigh, hoping the new sensation would distract her from the tightness of her full bladder. It did not. She could feel the heat from her genitals as she dug harder into her thigh. She looked for a bathroom. Finding it tucked in a corner behind the bar, she thought of how dirty it must be. She was struck with another thought. One that almost troubled her. She might also be enjoying the feeling of a full bladder. 

“But Dad’s up before me for school. He’s already working before the sun. He runs a real business, you know?” Ashlynn interrupted Michelle’s thoughts with a rebuttal

“Maybe we drop this? Look. You said you feel like I don’t care about you.”

Ashlynn took a bite of her salad and nodded 

“Why?” Michelle asked

“You never teach me anything. Like dad taught me stuff that I didn’t even care all that much about. I wish…like…you remember when I got my first period?”

Michelle almost laughed at the question, and the memory “Yeah! That was cute” She chuckled

“No it wasn’t! I was scared! Dad had to tell me what it was!”

“Didn’t you learn? You just said he taught you things.”

“You should have taught me that!”

“I gave you a book!”

“I’m not reading a book on that stuff! Especially not at that age. How hard is it to have a conversation?”

“Okay. Fine. I get it, maybe I should have said something, but your father handled it.” 

Another wave of desperation came over her, this one stronger than before. She felt a hot, burning sensation as she fought hard to counter the strong urge to pee. She dug her hand in harder, wincing as she put some pressure on her swollen abdomen.

“And he shouldn’t have to!”

The conversation halted as it reached its natural lull. Michelle fought to put a smile on her face

“But did he let you drink with him?”

“No…no he didn’t.”

“Would you like some of my wine?”

“Can I?” Ashlynn’s eyes lit up

Michelle motioned for her to bring her glass over and poured some out for her daughter. The two giggled as Ashlynn took a sip

“Good, right?”

Smacking her lips, Ashlynn agreed

“Some more?”

Ashlynn nodded. Their conversation resumed, although a little lighter than it had been before.

“I’m sorry mom. I’m acting like I didn’t enjoy our time today.”

“You did?”

“Of course! That story was pretty funny, even if I didn’t need to hear the ending part.”

“What about how I peed right up in the air?”

“No, that was funny. The part about yo-”

“Giving a blow job?”

“Mom!”

Michelle raised an eyebrow “I figured you were old enough to handle it at this point dear.”

“I mean, I know what it is, but still. You’re my mom.”

“Maybe that was a little much. But I still feel like we’re old enough to have these kinds of conversations together. I was your age at one point.” 

“But its not like…” Ashlynn leaned in, lowering her voice to a whisper “I’m still a virgin.”

Michelle scoffed “Honey, you don’t have to lie to me!”

“It’s true!” Ashlynn was slightly offended. “How’d you and Dad meet again?”

“I was a waitress at a restaurant he used to frequent. He was nice.”

“He isn’t now?” 

Michelle swallowed hard. She felt as though the urge would never leave her. It began to work its way into her mind, demanding her attention. She clenched her womanly muscles again, and subtly put her hand against her womanhood. The pressure seemed to dissipate again, leaving her for the time being.

“No, he is, but…” Michelle smiled, nostalgic “Things are different when you’re your age.”

“Do you think I’ll meet my husband at school?”

“Who knows? But you make sure he’s a good guy!”

“I’ll be sure. That’s the easy part?”

“Like how you thought Tim was a good guy?”

“Mom!” Ashlynn playfully smiled as the check arrived.

The two had finished their meals, feeling satisfied. As Michelle stood, an indescribable weight pulled her torso down, and she gasped as a spirt of pee escaped into her jeans. She hoped it didn’t show through her panty-less crotch. She recrossed her legs quickly as she bent forward, an act that her daughter did not see.

Ashlynn had enjoyed the taste and enjoyment of her first sip of wine. She felt fine now, but as they made their way back to the car, she had no idea how it would make her bladder swell.

Rapid desperation after alcohol was a fact that Michelle was well aware of. Whether it was her daughter's admission of finding fun in desperation or her own secret admission of desire, Michelle decided to forgo the bathroom before leading her daughter back out to the car. Knowingly, she was already feeling the effects of the wine and water she had consumed with her meal.

Michelle started driving with just one hand on the steering wheel and another jammed into her crotch. Needing just one foot for the pedals, her free leg also helped hold her now aching muff. Rather than just pressing against her pussy, her fingers were actively shoved against her labia, enough that Michelle could feel the heat of her snatch against her fingers. As she dug in, she pushed the moist crotch of her jeans against her clit unintentionally, sending a wave of pleasure that temporarily overrode her desperation. Driving well over the speed limit, it was her daughter how asked

“Hey mom? Um…do you have to pee?”

“Y-yes…badly…” Michelle admitted

“I kind of have to go too…can we squat?”

Michelle didn’t want to dissuade her daughter’s newfound appreciation for going when no toilets were available, but the hotel was close. 

“Can it wait a little? IT’s like a five minute drive.”

“Can you wait though?” Ashlynn looked at her mother’s desperation

“I’m fine.” Michelle denied the situation.

Ashlynn was surprised at how full her  bladder felt, as it pushed against her genital walls. She had promised it relief, assuming her mother would let her squat with her, and had not delivered. She peered down at her waistband, imagining her bladder bulging and stretching beneath her shirt.

Her predicament was not all that long, and before she knew it, the pair was back at the hotel. As Ashlynn felt her desperation increasing tenfold with each passing moment, she opened the door and darted in through the door, well ahead of her much more desperate mother.

Lucky for Michelle, they were on the first floor. Gingerly, she hobbled after her daughter, who let her into the hotel room. However, absent-mindededly, Ashylnn let herself into the restroom and kept her mother out. 

Ashlynn nearly fell into the room. In a single motion, she lunged towards the stall and tore down her pants and underwear. Her bare bottom slapped against the seat, cold from the lack of use. Her pee exploded out of her womanhood like a pressure washer, echoing within the porcelain chamber as it drilled a hole through the sitting water. Ashlynn’s lungs deflated in relief as she exhaled a deep sigh.

Michelle took a step towards the bathroom. She stopped. A rush of desperation demanded her attention. Hinging at her hips, Michelle bent forward and exhaled. Her bladder had recovered from her mishap the day before and was willing to give her a chance. Burying her hands into the crotch of her damp pajamas, Michelle kept her legs crossed and waddled to the bathroom door. Knocking desperately as she could hear her daughter going.

“Baby, please. Mammabear really…really… needs the bathroom.” Michelle danced, marching her legs in place.

Despite her best efforts to hold it, Michelle was starting to spurt pee into her pants again. Knowing the hot, moist liquid was the harbinger of another accident, she made one final, desperate plea to her daughter.

“Ashlynn. Honey. Please!” Michelle weakly knocked on the bathroom door, nearly in tears “I-I’m starting to pee my pants again.” Her voice cracking “Baby, please! I…I don’t want to h-have another a-accident.” 

Michelle sunk towards the floor, pee still spurting into her new jeans. As she started to resign herself to the fact that she was about to wet her pants again, and scolding herself for even tempting the situation, Michelle heard the click of the door lock.

With Ashlynn still sitting on the toilet, Michelle knew she couldn’t just move her. Pulling a technique out of her past, she undid her jeans and whipped them to the floor.

Turning to face the bathtub, which also served as a shower, she pushed her butt forward a bit and used her hands to part her labia. Spreading herself apart over the tub, she let go.

A straightforward line of piss shot out of her with enough force that it did not arc at all. It was thin, owing to the fact that it no longer had to pass through the folds of her lips.  It was a fast stream of piss that shot out of her, splattering the porcelain of the bathtub before Michelle groaned, exhausted from the effort it took to avoid pissing her pants again. Her breathing slowed back to normal, but her stream stayed strong, Ashlynn watched in amazement and fascination.

The scene in front of her unfolded in impressive fashion as she dripped into the toilet. Her mother stood like a man, clearly using a technique that Ashlynn had never even thought of. A puddle began to form and spread before the drain, her clear urine splattering, smacking and splashing the porcelain. It rushed for the drain and the hotel bathroom was filled with the sound of her urine flowing into her shower pipes. As Michelle huffed and puffed through her relief, Ashlynn had just one thing to say

“I know what you’re teaching me tomorrow!”

Michelle looked down and smiled as her stream began to slow

“First thing tomorrow! This takes a bit of practice dear!”

A/N: Unfortunately this will be the last part for a while. I will still be working on this story, just expect the next part to be about 3-8 weeks or so before its done. 

[peecurious94 3,268]

On 12/30/2022 at 10:00 AM, Knockonthedoor said:

Chapter 4

Music returned to the family car, with the two now more comfortable around each other, light conversation also ensued. It was less awkward than it had been, owing to the adventure the pair had shared throughout the day. The sun was starting to set, and Michelle had now been driving for quite sometime. The plan was to stop at a hotel they had made reservations for in a nondescript small town before resuming their travels in the morning. And the mother-daughter duo was now close to the little town in Virginia, close to the border between north and south. As their current conversation wrapped up, Michelle felt comfortable enough to express her feelings

“See honey? Talking to Mom isn’t so bad! We can have plenty of fun together!”

“I’ve had some fun, sure. But…”

“But what?”

“Well, let’s not act like I can actually go to you for anything other than, I dunno, pee.”

“You can always come talk to me! Don’t you think you can?”

“Sure, I guess I could theoretically. But you only ever tell me that you’re busy. Or that there’s more important things in life. It’s like you never really take me seriously.”

“But I do, of course I take you seriously!”

“Dad actually shows it.”

“How? How is he different? I got you a nice graduation gift, didn’t I?”

“Because he doesn’t try to buy me things and call it parenting!” Ashlynn waited, debating on continuing to speak her mind. “And it’s his money anyways…”

“Hey! I work! I run a business!” 

“Recruiting people to sell oil is not a business mom!” Ashlynn paused, feeling guilty, like she was ruining the progress they had made in the past few hours “I’m sorry. Can we drop this?”

“Fine.” Michelle answered curtly. Michelle scootched her backside forward, her mature slit just over the edge of the wooden chair.

The rest of the ride to the hotel was silent. Checking in, the two brought some items to their room, though only enough to sleep in and what they would be wearing for the ride tomorrow.

Finally, conversation resumed, consisting of dinner plans. Options were limited in the small town. But eventually it was decided that they would eat at a small Italian place. It was dark, cramped, and the food was bland. But it would do for them. Conversation was minimal, and Ashlynn felt bad about halting the progress they had made. 

Michelle had not gone since squatting with her daughter, and the wine she had already consumed with her meal wasn’t helping. Using a combination of her hand and her body, Michelle rhythmically dug her pussy into the edge of the chair. It sent pleasurable waves through her body. It felt as though she was masturbating and helped distract her from the undeniable urge to pee. At least she also had a conversation to distract herself with.  Their last argument weighed heavily on her mind. Michelle decided to press the issue again.

“I didn’t know you hated what I do for a living.”

“I don’t hate it. I just know where the money comes from. I mean. You’re never up before ten.”

“That doesn’t mean I don’t work, Ashlynn!” Michelle picked at her spaghetti. 

Still attempting to remain subtle, she balled her hand into a fist and pressed it into her thigh, hoping the new sensation would distract her from the tightness of her full bladder. It did not. She could feel the heat from her genitals as she dug harder into her thigh. She looked for a bathroom. Finding it tucked in a corner behind the bar, she thought of how dirty it must be. She was struck with another thought. One that almost troubled her. She might also be enjoying the feeling of a full bladder. 

“But Dad’s up before me for school. He’s already working before the sun. He runs a real business, you know?” Ashlynn interrupted Michelle’s thoughts with a rebuttal

“Maybe we drop this? Look. You said you feel like I don’t care about you.”

Ashlynn took a bite of her salad and nodded 

“Why?” Michelle asked

“You never teach me anything. Like dad taught me stuff that I didn’t even care all that much about. I wish…like…you remember when I got my first period?”

Michelle almost laughed at the question, and the memory “Yeah! That was cute” She chuckled

“No it wasn’t! I was scared! Dad had to tell me what it was!”

“Didn’t you learn? You just said he taught you things.”

“You should have taught me that!”

“I gave you a book!”

“I’m not reading a book on that stuff! Especially not at that age. How hard is it to have a conversation?”

“Okay. Fine. I get it, maybe I should have said something, but your father handled it.” 

Another wave of desperation came over her, this one stronger than before. She felt a hot, burning sensation as she fought hard to counter the strong urge to pee. She dug her hand in harder, wincing as she put some pressure on her swollen abdomen.

“And he shouldn’t have to!”

The conversation halted as it reached its natural lull. Michelle fought to put a smile on her face

“But did he let you drink with him?”

“No…no he didn’t.”

“Would you like some of my wine?”

“Can I?” Ashlynn’s eyes lit up

Michelle motioned for her to bring her glass over and poured some out for her daughter. The two giggled as Ashlynn took a sip

“Good, right?”

Smacking her lips, Ashlynn agreed

“Some more?”

Ashlynn nodded. Their conversation resumed, although a little lighter than it had been before.

“I’m sorry mom. I’m acting like I didn’t enjoy our time today.”

“You did?”

“Of course! That story was pretty funny, even if I didn’t need to hear the ending part.”

“What about how I peed right up in the air?”

“No, that was funny. The part about yo-”

“Giving a blow job?”

“Mom!”

Michelle raised an eyebrow “I figured you were old enough to handle it at this point dear.”

“I mean, I know what it is, but still. You’re my mom.”

“Maybe that was a little much. But I still feel like we’re old enough to have these kinds of conversations together. I was your age at one point.” 

“But its not like…” Ashlynn leaned in, lowering her voice to a whisper “I’m still a virgin.”

Michelle scoffed “Honey, you don’t have to lie to me!”

“It’s true!” Ashlynn was slightly offended. “How’d you and Dad meet again?”

“I was a waitress at a restaurant he used to frequent. He was nice.”

“He isn’t now?” 

Michelle swallowed hard. She felt as though the urge would never leave her. It began to work its way into her mind, demanding her attention. She clenched her womanly muscles again, and subtly put her hand against her womanhood. The pressure seemed to dissipate again, leaving her for the time being.

“No, he is, but…” Michelle smiled, nostalgic “Things are different when you’re your age.”

“Do you think I’ll meet my husband at school?”

“Who knows? But you make sure he’s a good guy!”

“I’ll be sure. That’s the easy part?”

“Like how you thought Tim was a good guy?”

“Mom!” Ashlynn playfully smiled as the check arrived.

The two had finished their meals, feeling satisfied. As Michelle stood, an indescribable weight pulled her torso down, and she gasped as a spirt of pee escaped into her jeans. She hoped it didn’t show through her panty-less crotch. She recrossed her legs quickly as she bent forward, an act that her daughter did not see.

Ashlynn had enjoyed the taste and enjoyment of her first sip of wine. She felt fine now, but as they made their way back to the car, she had no idea how it would make her bladder swell.

Rapid desperation after alcohol was a fact that Michelle was well aware of. Whether it was her daughter's admission of finding fun in desperation or her own secret admission of desire, Michelle decided to forgo the bathroom before leading her daughter back out to the car. Knowingly, she was already feeling the effects of the wine and water she had consumed with her meal.

Michelle started driving with just one hand on the steering wheel and another jammed into her crotch. Needing just one foot for the pedals, her free leg also helped hold her now aching muff. Rather than just pressing against her pussy, her fingers were actively shoved against her labia, enough that Michelle could feel the heat of her snatch against her fingers. As she dug in, she pushed the moist crotch of her jeans against her clit unintentionally, sending a wave of pleasure that temporarily overrode her desperation. Driving well over the speed limit, it was her daughter how asked

“Hey mom? Um…do you have to pee?”

“Y-yes…badly…” Michelle admitted

“I kind of have to go too…can we squat?”

Michelle didn’t want to dissuade her daughter’s newfound appreciation for going when no toilets were available, but the hotel was close. 

“Can it wait a little? IT’s like a five minute drive.”

“Can you wait though?” Ashlynn looked at her mother’s desperation

“I’m fine.” Michelle denied the situation.

Ashlynn was surprised at how full her  bladder felt, as it pushed against her genital walls. She had promised it relief, assuming her mother would let her squat with her, and had not delivered. She peered down at her waistband, imagining her bladder bulging and stretching beneath her shirt.

Her predicament was not all that long, and before she knew it, the pair was back at the hotel. As Ashlynn felt her desperation increasing tenfold with each passing moment, she opened the door and darted in through the door, well ahead of her much more desperate mother.

Lucky for Michelle, they were on the first floor. Gingerly, she hobbled after her daughter, who let her into the hotel room. However, absent-mindededly, Ashylnn let herself into the restroom and kept her mother out. 

Ashlynn nearly fell into the room. In a single motion, she lunged towards the stall and tore down her pants and underwear. Her bare bottom slapped against the seat, cold from the lack of use. Her pee exploded out of her womanhood like a pressure washer, echoing within the porcelain chamber as it drilled a hole through the sitting water. Ashlynn’s lungs deflated in relief as she exhaled a deep sigh.

Michelle took a step towards the bathroom. She stopped. A rush of desperation demanded her attention. Hinging at her hips, Michelle bent forward and exhaled. Her bladder had recovered from her mishap the day before and was willing to give her a chance. Burying her hands into the crotch of her damp pajamas, Michelle kept her legs crossed and waddled to the bathroom door. Knocking desperately as she could hear her daughter going.

“Baby, please. Mammabear really…really… needs the bathroom.” Michelle danced, marching her legs in place.

Despite her best efforts to hold it, Michelle was starting to spurt pee into her pants again. Knowing the hot, moist liquid was the harbinger of another accident, she made one final, desperate plea to her daughter.

“Ashlynn. Honey. Please!” Michelle weakly knocked on the bathroom door, nearly in tears “I-I’m starting to pee my pants again.” Her voice cracking “Baby, please! I…I don’t want to h-have another a-accident.” 

Michelle sunk towards the floor, pee still spurting into her new jeans. As she started to resign herself to the fact that she was about to wet her pants again, and scolding herself for even tempting the situation, Michelle heard the click of the door lock.

With Ashlynn still sitting on the toilet, Michelle knew she couldn’t just move her. Pulling a technique out of her past, she undid her jeans and whipped them to the floor.

Turning to face the bathtub, which also served as a shower, she pushed her butt forward a bit and used her hands to part her labia. Spreading herself apart over the tub, she let go.

A straightforward line of piss shot out of her with enough force that it did not arc at all. It was thin, owing to the fact that it no longer had to pass through the folds of her lips.  It was a fast stream of piss that shot out of her, splattering the porcelain of the bathtub before Michelle groaned, exhausted from the effort it took to avoid pissing her pants again. Her breathing slowed back to normal, but her stream stayed strong, Ashlynn watched in amazement and fascination.

The scene in front of her unfolded in impressive fashion as she dripped into the toilet. Her mother stood like a man, clearly using a technique that Ashlynn had never even thought of. A puddle began to form and spread before the drain, her clear urine splattering, smacking and splashing the porcelain. It rushed for the drain and the hotel bathroom was filled with the sound of her urine flowing into her shower pipes. As Michelle huffed and puffed through her relief, Ashlynn had just one thing to say

“I know what you’re teaching me tomorrow!”

Michelle looked down and smiled as her stream began to slow

“First thing tomorrow! This takes a bit of practice dear!”

A/N: Unfortunately this will be the last part for a while. I will still be working on this story, just expect the next part to be about 3-8 weeks or so before its done. 

After a long hiatus, I was hoping to the next part was posted! Hope all is well 🙂  

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Chapter 5

Ashlynn was the first to awake. Her eyes fluttered open, gently reintroducing her to the world.

The hotel room was dark, but not unpleasant. After her mother had let her try some of her wine, Ashlynn had grown sleepy rather quickly. She wasn’t the only one. Her mother was still lightly snoring in the bed next to her, unaware that her daughter had woken up.

Rolling over, Ashlynn checked the time on the digital clock beside the bed. It was a little before seven, and her mother had wanted to get a head start on the road. Clearly, that wasn’t going to happen. Sighing and menuving her tongue around her dry mouth, Ashlynn began to move out of bed to start her day. 

Instinctively, the first thing she wanted to take care of was her bladder. She wasn’t used to alcohol consumption, and Ashlynn could feel the forgin liquid slosh between the sides of her bladder. It was a strange morning for her. Usually, if she went before bed, she wouldn’t feel her needs again until much later in the day. 

Yawning, she stood and stretched, her mother still sound asleep. Walking around her bed towards the bathroom, two pairs of hanging pants caught her eye.

First, her yellow leggings. A massive discoloration was still obvious on the butt of them, and Ashlynn’s memory of defiantly wetting her pants came back to her. Touching the legs, the fabric dry, she contemplated her actions. Thoughts swirled in her mind, her internal monologue waffling between the question why and her answer.

She didn’t outright hate her mother. She didn’t want to. But the more Ashlynn thought about it, the more she appreciated her own action. Had she not pushed herself to let go right on the seat, she never would have had the leverage to learn such intimate things from her mother. 

Looking back at Michelle's sleeping figure, Ashlynn grew a faint smile, which then faded. She looked over to the bathroom, a dim light peeking under the door. Ashlynn would normally use the bathroom as soon as she would wake in the morning with a need, but decided that she would forgo using the toilet for now. Michelle had promised another lesson the night before.

Instead of going to the bathroom for her morning pee, Ashlynn turned on the water in the bathtub and flicked the small knob on top up. There was silence for a moment, then the showerhead sputtered to life. as she stepped in the shower, a new sensation hit her. The pounding and sprinkling of the water sent a slight charge from her bladder to her privates. The sudden sensation gave her a little shock and she bent her knees before continuing her shower.

Part of her wanted to experience the feeling of letting go in the shower, something she rarely, if ever did. The other part of her was fascinated by her mother being able to pee standing up. It wasn’t something she ever considered, nor thought was even possible for a woman. She decided to wait. Instead she lathered her pert breasts and shapley body under the warm water, all while nursing a filling bladder.

Michelle awoke to the sound of running water inside the bathroom. Looking over to the bed that Ashlynn had occupied the night before, she could see that it was empty. Rubbing her eyes and looking at the clock, she muttered to her self today were already late. In the back of her mind, she knew that they would’ve probably been late anyways, but it still would have been nice. 

The next memories that came to her, was of their more than eventful trip up to the hotel. Michelle had a mix of emotions, the strongest ones were negative. She scolded her self for even attempting to bond with her daughter in the span of one road trip. Sitting up and propping the pillows behind her, Michelle reached for her phone on the nightstand. She had just one new text, from her husband. He was asking if they had made it there safe, and that he loved her. Michelle exhaled as her heart fluttered.  For all of her faults with raising Ashlynn, at least she had picked the right man. That much she was sure of.

As she tapped out her reply, Michelle sighed at the fact that she had woken up with an all too familiar feeling in her bladder. Given the time, and that the two still needed to eat breakfast, she made the conscious decision to wait until her daughter was done in the shower, and then she would just go at the gas station. Until then, she could occupy herself with getting dressed and packing what little she had unpacked. 

Her jeans from the night before had mostly dried, and Michelle just wanted to keep the thought of what she had done in them out. Feelings of shame and resonating embarrassment quickly took hold of her mind as she started to pack them back into her suitcase. She had done what no mother should do, she had embarrassed and made a fool out of herself in front of her daughter repeatedly. Instead of being a parent, Michelle felt as though she was just some sort of acquaintance of her daughter's. She again scolded herself, arguing that  she needed to be an example for her daughter. Having an accident in front of your child and then showing her all of the things she should naturally know wasn’t parenting. She told herself it was depraved, wrong. She shouldn’t have done or been okay with it. Worst of all, her daughter had done it too. 

A vivid memory of Ashlynn deviantly smirking as she soaked her seat in front of her mother came back to her. Michelle felt disgusted with her self. How could she let her daughter stoop to such a level, or find that much contentment for her? What was worse was that Michelle didn’t know if she should apologize, make Ashlynn apologize, or ignore the whole thing.

Just then the shower water turned off, and Michelle knew she’d have to make a decision on her feelings soon. Should she even tell Ashlynn? She sighed and waited for the door open.

Inside the bathroom door, Ashlynn was in a quite pleasant mood. She was looking forward to her mothers promise. She had a few thoughts in her mind. The entire situation was different. But she didn’t care, more or less. The one thing she had wanted out of the trip was something exciting. And the subject her mother is going to teach her was certainly anything but boring.

Ashlynn quickly got dressed and met her mother in the room. They made plans to go get breakfast at the hotel, and then get on the road to resume their trip. Expecting to make it to Boston by the days end if they were lucky, they’d have time before Ashlynn’s orientation to check out some of the northeastern city. 

They made some small talk as they made their way downstairs to the hotel buffet. It wasn’t anything special. The usual morning foods, though none of them made fresh, and plenty of typical morning drinks along with water. The most exciting thing about it was at the hotel was doing a free promotional giveaway. Two large relatively well designed thermoses that were branded with the hotel name, and filled with whatever breakfast drink you wanted. Ashlynn put coffee in hers, and Michelle put orange juice in hers.

As they sat down to breakfast, Ashlynn squirmed and crossed her legs. Just because she was intentionally putting off using the bathroom didn’t mean that her need was any less real. The coffee wasn’t great in terms of quality, and it was harder to get down because it would force her bladder to contract. In retaliation it would demand why Ashlynn was still attempting to fill it. She would respond by clenching her private muscles under the table.

“So um…Mom. When are we…” Ashlynn didn’t want to say it out loud. 

“When are we what?” 

“You know. You showed me a cool trick last night.” 

“Oh!” She waited. “Honey. I got to be honest. I’d rather not.” 

“What?” Ashlynn said a little more forcefully than she had wanted “why?”

“It’s not right. You shouldn’t be learning about…those things from me.” 

“Whose else then?”

“Figure it out yourself.”

“Is that what you did?”

Michelle nodded and took a bite of her breakfast.

“So rather than teach me some skill that you have, you’re just going to keep it to yourself?” 

“It’s not a skill.”

“I can’t do it, but I want to learn it. I’d say that’s a skill.” 

“Ash. Can we not? I can teach you plenty of other-“

“But you haven’t.” Ashlynn slammed her open palm down on the table in frustration, making a noise. “You started to yesterday. Now you’ve decided, by yourself, that suddenly I’m not good enough to learn it.”

“That’s not what I said, and you know that.” 

“So it doesn’t matter to you at all that I had fun?”

“Fun? Ash, it’s not supp-“

“Well it was, ok?” 

Silence. The two stared at each other for a moment. Michelle went back to her breakfast.

“So you’re not going to say anything” Ashlynn asked “Just going to run-“

“No. We’re not doing it.”

“But I prepped this morning!” Ashlynn whined. “And we’re not checked out yet, we could-“

“I’ll check us out.” Michelle paused, understanding what Ashlynn had meant by preparing for the morning. “And you go to the bathroom like a normal person.”

Ashlynn was disappointed, and slightly hurt. She had felt like they had made progress the day before, and had woken up excited for the morning. Now that was all gone. Memories of the day before came to her, and she realized she still had one more move up her sleeve. One thing that could get Michelle to do what she wanted.

“You know what? No.”

Michelle raised her eyebrows, her stern motherly look in her eyes. 

“If you don’t do what you promised me, I’ll just hold it. I’ll wait until I pee all over the seat again.”

Michelle remembered the same incident “Honey, no.”

“Or maybe I’ll do it right here. That would be embarrassing for you, wouldn’t it?”

“You wouldn’t.”

Ashlynn give a slight smile and slowly closed her eyes. She could if she wanted to, and she felt a rush toward her pee hole. Her bladder eagerly awaiting release.

“Ok fine!” Michelle relented. She sighed “if I show you…would you please behave?” 

“And I want to know how you figured it out.” Ashlynn made another demand

“Fine. Let’s go.” 

“Right now?” 

“C’mon. We can stop and get snacks if your hungry later.”

Ashlynn smiled, partly because she had won the argument and what she had wanted, and partly from the excitement of being able to learn things that she had thought she should know by now. Perhaps part of her was hoping that this would be another chapter in improving their relationship. Eagerly, she got up from the table and followed her mother back up to their hotel room.

They were quiet on the way there, and Ashlynn could sense that her mother was uncomfortable. It was that point that a small spasm hit her bladder, which had been enticed by her bluff at the table. She jittered her legs in place and bounced a little, and Michelle gave her a look as the elevator doors opened to their floor.

“I told you I prepped” Ashlynn said enthusiastically

Ashlynn lead her mother down the hallway, and waited for her to unlock the door, before leading them into the bathroom. She flipped on the lights and positioned herself in front of the bathtub, trying to copy what she had seen her mother do the night before. The porcelain was still wet from her shower that morning and small droplets and drips of water still clung to the sides of the tub. Michelle sighed 

“Alright.” She snapped her fingers. “Get them off”

Ashlynn did what she was told and dropped her gray sweatpants. Her black panties followed. She stood now nude from the waist down in front of her mother and tryed to replicate what she saw the night before. She parted her womanly lips with her fingers a little and asked 

“Like this?” 

“No, spread your legs a little and move your- ah, what the hell.”

Michelle decided to unzip the fly of her khaki shorts and drop them and her underwear to the floor.

“Watch me.” 

She pushed her pelvis  forward a little bit and used one hand on each side to gently pull apart her mature labia. Pubic hair or not, Ashlynn could observe easily

“So like this?” Ashylnn tried to copy 

“Yeah. You got it.”

Without waiting for further instruction, Ashlynn let go. Quickly piss came rocketing forth out of her exposed snatch and began pounding the bottom of the empty tub. Immediately Ashlynn noticed that her fingers were getting quite wet. They warmed with the heat of her urine. Michelle commented.

“Honey, do this instead”

Michelle emphasized her hand placement over fingers, and relaxed her on hold on her bladder. Unlike the substantial flow coming from her daughters arcing stream, her yellow urine splattered against the base of the tub, barely even making it into the porcelain.

“See, you can really only use it when you really have to go. It’s not really, you know, useful.”

Ashlynn could tell the difference between the two of them. Even as she ignored her mothers advice on her hand placement, it was far too late for that. She could feel the warm hot liquid all over her fingers, and could feel it dripping down her thighs. She looked over to see that Michelle didn’t necessarily have the same problem. It must have been their very different years of experience.

As her bladder that she had intentionally held began to finally fully deflate, Ashlynn shook her fingers and wiped them on her bare thigh. Getting out the last few drops from her now closed lips.

Her mother had finished as well, and grabbed a square of toilet paper from the shelf behind them. She took a few squares for herself and gave some to her daughter. As the two wiped themselves, the sound of their combined urine began to gurgle and sputter from the tub drain. Ignoring it, they pulled up their pants. Michelle commented

“I know its a little awkward at first but you’ll get the hang of it.”

“So what your saying is, I need to practice?”

“I’m saying its not really natural for us women. It took me a few tries to get down.”

“I’ll bet there’s a story behind this one.” Ashlynn hinted at her next demand

“I’ll tell you in the car honey. Lets get on the road.”

With that, the mother daughter duo left the bathroom and checked out of the room, the wet tub looking as nondescript as it had before. No one would be any the wiser as to what Michelle had just taught her daughter.

A/N: I know this took forever, and I'm sorry about that. My schedule is still not regular, so bare with me for a while longer. In the meantime, here you go. If you ever want to suggest something, or are not comfortable giving feedback on the public post, my DMs are always open, feel free to reach out. Any and all feedback is welcome!