Family Fountains

[Gotah 2,382]

Hey guys!

I got an idea this morning: How about starting a thread with differtent short pee stories involving families and family members? Wouldn't that be fun?

I just finished writing the first one and I must say that I like where this is going (or might be going)! Let me know what you think and if you have some fun pee scenarios that I could write about in the future.

 

As for now enjoy story number one. It's told from the POV of a daughter (of legal age obviously) that leaves the cinema with her parents whilist all of them have a painfully full bladder.

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MOVIENIGHT

A night out at the movie theatre with the whole family. Mom, dad and myself. Something that we’ve been wanting to do for months and only now found the time to make it happen and meet up all together again. It was saturday evening and the film started at 9pm. Two and a half hours of drama, fun and tears. It was comforting to see that good movies were still being being made. The magic of it all however faded once the lights switched back on and the whole room had to face the real world again. Mom slapped her hands on her thighs and stood up ready to go home. The three of us grabbed our empty, large-sized paper cups and threw them away in the bin next to the entrance.

“I gotta pee”, said mom. I was feeling the same pressure inside of me and followed her into the bathroom. Dad waited outside even though I knew he had to go but refused to because of his pathetic phobia of public bathrooms.

Mom and I entered the restroom, a small one with two stalls inside. As she opened the door we both got punched in the face by a horrendous smell of some girl shitting her organs out inside one of them. Nauseated by the putrid scent we glanced at eachother in disgust. The noises the woman was making didn’t help the situation either. Something horrible seemed to escape that person’s body and neither of us wanted to know what it was nor wait until it was all over. Mom and I communicated by throwing all sorts of looks at eachother to avoid making the poor soul inside the stall feel even more uncomfortable. We spent less than 10 seconds inside that room just to then leave it whilst ignoring our gag reflexes.

“What happened?”, asked dad once he saw us approaching horrified. I explained, he giggled and then we decided to leave and hold it until we’d reach the toilets of the town’s underground garage were our car was parked. Before doing that though we had a 20 minute walk ahead of us. The first five of them we spend by not only complaining about the smell in that unholy bathroom but also by discussing the movie we had just watched, as you do. After that we picked up the pace, three bladders were begging our bodies to hurry up because they felt heavy.

“God I have to pee!”, complained my mother. Dad was sharing her pain, and so did I. 

“Should we go find some bushes or something?”, I asked. Due to the time of day and the dark alley we were walking down there were no people around. There would’ve been plenty of opportunities and hideaways for us to easily let out pressure without getting caught. My parents however encouraged me to wait until we reached the bathrooms to avoid being impolite.

Squirming down the sidewalk we eventually had to cross the road, a red light on the other side of it however forbade us to do so.

“Oh come on!”, complained dad as I saw him grabbing his crotch for a moment. Mom and I were shaking our legs and tried to keep our composure. But the longer we stood there the more we began to jump around and bend over to avoid a leakage.

“Can’t we just cross the road?!” I asked them frustrated. No car was approaching but my parents remained stubborn despite the pain we were sharing. Rules were rules and had to be followed, a teaching that they’ve been drumming into my head ever since I was a child.

We couldn’t stand still and kept looking at eachother nervously giggling with the desperate need for relief in our eyes.

After an eternity the light finally turned green and we ran across the street.

“Come on girls let’s hurry!” Yelled dad. There were still a few minutes worth of road ahead of us before we could reach our destination. With pressed together thighs and hands in our crotches we ran until we arrived at the much awaited entrance to the underground garage.

Before heading to the toilets however we (and by “we” I mean dad) still had to pay the parking ticket. This one however was stored inside mom’s purse which was again hidden in her giant handbag.

“Come on, give me the ticket!”, he ordered as he was taking his wallet out of one of his jacket’s pockets. Mom was fumbling around the inside of her bag nervously. She squirmed and complained as dad was aggressively telling her to hurry up. 

“Guy’s please. I’m about to piss myself!” I looked at them in anger. I was bended over with both hands on my knees. My butt was wiggling in every direction. Dad was jumping from one foot to the other as mom crossed her legs together hard. Finally her red purse came to the surface and with it the ticket. Dad stuffed the piece of paper into the machine and proceeded with the payment. I saw him pressing buttons as if it was the most exhausting thing in the world. One hand was squeezed between his legs but not in the same way mom and myself’s hands were. He wasn’t pressing, he was grabbing his dick as if he wanted to rip it off his crotch.

This whole process was taking us girls way to long and the sight of the desperate man in front of us made us need to go even more.

“Come on, love, let’s go find the toilets in the meantime!” Mom said to me. There was no need for myself to hear this sentence twice. We left dad alone and stormed down the staircase while looking out for the WC sing. Our moans and complaints, as well as the heavy footsteps, were echoing all the way up and down the stairs. Dad was probably hearing us from above.

“There they are!” I screamed of joy as I saw two doors right next to the entrance of the second floor.

“Oh thank God!”

I stormed towards them with mom following right behind just to then have both of our hearts shattered immediately after. The door was locked, and so was the one for the men’s.

“Oh nonononnono!”, I moaned desperate. Both of us were pulling and pushing trying to get in but apparently some idiot had the responsibility to come every night and close the garage bathrooms at a certain hour.

Angry I slammed my fist against the sealed door: “Fuck!”

“What is it?!”, I heard dad calling from upstairs. He was running down aswell now.

“The bathrooms are closed!”, yelled mom almost crying. She was bending her knees back and forth.

“Oh come on!” Dad was angry. I in the meantime was unbottoning my jeans. My mom noticed and asked shocked: “Are you gonna pee now?!”

“No, I’m just trying to release some pressure.”

“Oh, good idea, honey!” She proceeded to do the same except that she also had to undo her fancy black belt that was now jingling loose around her waist.

Dad reached us and went on to try and open the doors aswell.

“We already tried, idiot!” Mom was angry.

Dad wasn’t in a good mood either so he yelled back: “I’m sorry, alright! I’m just trying to finally take a fucking piss! Look, I’m already losing it!”

He pointed at his crotch and there was indeed a wet patch right next to his zipper. We couldn’t look at it, it would’ve been to much for us otherwise.

“What do we do now?!”, I asked exhausted. We were standing in a sort of circle looking at eachother holding our liquids in as best as we could.

“I definitely won’t be able to hold it until we reach home!” Mom said and we agreed with her.

“Let’s just go find the car and then pee there. It’s the only way out.” Dad’s idea was the obvious solution and neither mom nor I were arguing with that. So we stormed inside the now empy garage, and started looking for our vehicle.

“Were did you park?”, I asked mom.

Distressed she couldn’t give me an answer. Suddenly we found ourselves in a spacy, cold and yet intricate labyrinth of corners and empty parking lots, unable to find the car.

“It must be the only vehicle around by now. Why is it so hard to find it for fuck’s sake!” Dad was furious. I wasn’t feeling any better. We ran around clueless, every corner looked the same, it was enraging. Mom at some point had to stop to hold herself. She let out a gasp of unbearable pain. We aborted our search to wait for her.

“Come on, honey, move!” Yelled dad.

“If I move now I will piss myself!”, she replied. 

My pants kept sliding down my hips. Half of my butt and my light blue panties were peeking out. All what was holding my jeans in place was my left hand on my crotch. Dad was still pulling and fiddling around with his dick. I was strangely curious to see how much piss was going to shoot out of that thing once the time would come.

“Mom, hurry up please!”, I couldn’t wait a second longer.

“Ok…” said mom and ran over to us, her pants were slithering down her legs aswell. And we continued our helpless search in the dusty underground desert. To be honest, I didn’t care about the car anymore, all I was looking for was a safe place for me to pee, which, at that point could’ve easily been everywhere, we were the only ones around. Mom was the first one to finally realize that. Behind me I suddenly heard her screaming: “No guys! I can’t… I’m gonna pee now! I don’t care!”

Dad and I turned around and just managed to see her puling down her pants to her knees  and then squatting in the middle of the garage.

 

SHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, was immediately to be heard. She was facing us and we all saw her bright, juicy pee stream shooting out of her hairy pussy even before she was able to fully squat on the floor. I’m sure you can imagine the strong echoing sound of her splashes on the heavy floor.

“Oh fuck!”, I moaned desperate as I felt something warm sliding down my jeans. My time had come aswell. The sight of my mom’s piss gave me the final blow and just like her I ended up squatting in the most exposed place on earth to let out my untamed fountain of urine.

“Aaaaaah”, I moaned. Mom looked at me as if I had just orgasmed. “Good Lord”, I added. 

I saw mom looking over to dad and as I turned around too he already had his plump penis between his fingers and was pissing with the same force as the rest of us. I saw so much relief in his face and so much precision in his stream. He looked back at me, his eyes fell onto my exposed butt and the stream that was pouring out of me. Then he looked at mom with her juicy pussy pointed towards him.

For a good minute all you could hear inside that garage were the wild sounds of cascades of urine spreading out on the parking lots. Moans were resonating, gasps, groans and undefinable noised caused my immense relief.

“Oh yes!, whispered mom exhausted.

Dad behind me was breathing heavily. I peeked over to him once more and I saw him fighting againts something that looked like an erection in progress. I must admit I was quite excited myself, having such a shameless moment with both of my parents was quite an experience.

Mom was the first to finish. She looked at me happily smiling as I showed no signs of stopping. Dad was the second. He shook his dick around to let let the final drops fall into his giant puddle and then packed it back inside his jeans. Only I was still going.

“I didn’t think you were the fullest one of us!”, joked dad behind my back.

“Well, she’s 24 after all. Her bladder is still strong!” Replied mom while walking over to my father. I giggled and allowed both of them to stare at me as I let out the last mililiters of liquids that my bladder had to offer. Exhausted I sighed and while I was getting dressed I listened to my parents commenting on each of the three pee streams on the floor. Every single one of them was enormous and nicely spread out over the garage.

“These aren’t going to dry anytime soon”, said dad.

“Well, if that’s the case then we should better leave before anyone sees us.” I joked. Both agreed with laughter as we remembered that our car was still lost. It was then when we realized, now with a clear mind, that we running around the wrong floor the whole time. The vehicle was parked one story deeper.

“Crazy what a full bladder does with your head”, my mom said. And just like that our painful pee story ended. What a strange family I have.

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8 hours ago, Gotah said:

I got an idea this morning: How about starting a thread with differtent short pee stories involving families and family members? Wouldn't that be fun?

Great idea and great first chapter! Will this thread be all your stories or other contributors as well? Either way, I look forward to more!

[Gotah 2,382]

6 hours ago, wetwulf said:

Great idea and great first chapter! Will this thread be all your stories or other contributors as well? Either way, I look forward to more!

I actually thought about this for a bit, and if you all don't mind I'd like to be selfish here and only post my stories.

At least for now 😉

Edited February 6, 2023 by Gotah

[Gotah 2,382]

THE EXPLOITER

Linda reached her daughter’s school five minutes before the final ring of the bell. She made it in time, a miracle. Usually she would go and pick up her daughter right after leaving work, always arriving at least twenty minutes to early. Today however was different. Linda got held up in the office by countless phonecalls and smal meetings. The mother was running late as she got in the car but nontheless managed to reach the high school punctually. In order to do so however she had to sacrifice an important bathroom break that was now becoming a bit of a problem for Linda. During the fifteen minute drive she felt her bladder growing heavy between her legs, and now she sat there, inside her car, waiting for the school to finally be over.

It was a warm afternoon, summer holidays were just around the corner. Linda was wearing a white blouse, with nothing but a black bra underneath and a comfortable skirt colored in red was showing off her elegant legs as she stepped out of the vehicle. It was getting uncomfortable inside.

She stood there staring at the school’s entrance waiting for it to be slammed wide open by the hoards of pupils wanting to go home. Meanwhile she crossed both, arms and legs, and tried to not show her discomfort to all of the other parents around her. Difficult, because Linda was quite the eyecather that day. The way she was dressed made a lot of people’s heads turn. Her pretty face didn’t help either and the discomfort in her blue eyes made her look strangely cute aswell.

“Come on…”, she whispered to herself. The woman was nervous and kept walking up and down the side of her car. She had to bend over at some point, her bladder was piercing the inside of her crotch. People were staring at her, did they notice her desperation?

All these eyes were making her feel unease and thus she sat back into the car and continued her fight against the pressure in peace. Now that she could, Linda let both hands fall between her legs and pressed hard against her pussy. She sighed in distress.

Suddenly the much awaited bell finally chimed form inside the building. It was only a matter of seconds until the first kids were storming out.

Once again Linda got out of the car to try and find her daughter among the young faces. And she looked and looked, but her child was nowhere to be found.

Linda gasped silently: “Where are you, Jenny?!”

Now that everybody seemed distracted by the hoards of young adults, Linda began to show her desperation a bit more. She was gently hopping back and forth with one hand on her bloated belly, then she crossed her legs, bended over and at some point she almost let her hand slide down between her legs. The situation was getting serious. Thankfully her teenage daughter soon arrived, happy to see her mother.

“Hi, honey!”, Linda said with a forced smile on her face. The daughter greeted back and was immediately ordered to get in the car.

“We need to get home quickly ‘cause I have to pee really bad!” Linda’s need was much more intense than what she showed outside. Her bladder was filled to the brim, and only a ten minute drive was separating her from the bathroom. Much to her frustration though, right after she got out of the parking lot there were still teens running around, and parents driving away. Linda got into a bit of traffic and she had to be careful.

“Come on, hurry!”, she yelled at the people in front of the windshield. Jenny next to her was getting nervous, she had never seen her mother in such a state.

“How was school, Jen?”, the mother asked once she finally had a clear road ahead of her. The girl began to tell, but Linda was barely listening. All the mother could say in the end was a simple: “Nice!”

“Mom, are you OK?”, the daughter asked concerned.

Linda gasped and told her how much she actually had to pee.

“Can… you actually make it home?” There was a bit of panic to hear in Jenny’s voice.

Linda just nodded insecure and tried not to think about it to much.

As the drive went on the woman’s breath became heavier and she just could help but squeeze her hand between her legs whenever she got the chance to. Jenny of course noticed that as well as how her exposed thighs wouldn’t stop shaking.

“Don’t you want to stop somewhere, mom?”

“Where do you wan’t me to stop, for God’s sake?!” Linda was getting angry.

Offended, her daughter remained quiet and let her mother suffer alone.

 

“Aaaaah”, Linda moaned in pain while banging her hand on the steering wheel “I’m gonna pee myself!” Home was just a few more minutes away, and she was determined to hold it until there.

“You’re ridiculous!”, complained Jenny uncomfortable.

“Shut up!”

“You won’t make it home if it’s really as urgent as you make it out to be.”

“Yes I will! And now zip it!”

Jenny was not happy with how mean her mother was to her. On the other hand Linda was also getting more and more frustrated by her daughter’s behaviour. Jenny began to tease her mother with constant comments and passive aggressive remarks. Eventually they ended up fighting inside the car, so much that whenever Linda screamed at her she felt a few spurts of pee moistening her white panties.

However it did help the mother to distract herself from her unbearable pain. Miraculously she ended up parking the car in the driveway with all the liquids still inside her bladder. The bulge however was so big that it was visible underneath her blouse.

Once she switched off the engine, Linda took the keys and stormed out of the vehicle. While running towards the door the mother was fiddling with her keys to find the right one to get inside. Irritated as she was however, she managed to let everything slip out of her hands. The heavy bunch of keys slammed onto the concrete floor and slid down the driveway. Furious she let some heavy cuss words out into the world. Jenny who was following right behind picked up the keys and got ordered by her mother to follow her.

The daughter, still angry at her, now saw an opportunity to abuse the situation for her own good.

“Hurry!”, yelled Linda aggressively while pee dancing at the doorstep. Jenny approached slowly, as she looked at her squirming mother with a vicious smile on her face.

“I only let you in if you promise me to let me go to Lucy’s party on friday!”

“I rather pee myself then, now give me the keys!” Linda reached out with her right hand but her daughter swiftly moved the keys away from her.

“Jennifer… you open the door. RIGHT NOW!”

With the stubbornness of her mother the teenager shook her head and repeated once again what she wanted in return. Linda who was gasping for air could barely find the energy anymore to argue with her daughter. She had to put all of her strength into holding her pee.

“Jenny please…”, she whined “I’m pissing myself.”

“You know what you need to do…” Jenny was pure evil in that moment.

“NO!”, Linda yelled and then splashes were to be heard. The girl looked down and saw some heavy drops of urine dripping from underneath her mother’s skirt.

Jenny started giggling: “Oh my God! You really can’t hold it anymore!”

The mother tried once more to rip the keys out of her daughter’s hands, but again the girl stepped back and immediately began to torture her poor mother by whispering: “pssss … pssssssssss … oooooh, sweet relief … aaaaaah … psssssssssss!”

“STOP IT JENNY!” She forcefully pressed her fingers between her thighs and distressed she gasped: “I can’t hold it! Please!”

“You see this?” Jenny held the much required key right in front of her mother’s nose “Just let me go on friday and I’ll open the door for you!”

Linda then got quiet, she started thinking. Jenny however was impatient. To make her mother think faster she got closer to her and once again, almost sensually, she whispered: “pssssssssssssss … “

Linda moaned in agony. It became to much! A river of warm piss began to pour down her soft legs and into her shoes. Her panties got soaked as did her hands that were still on her crotch. A puddle was forming betweeen her feet. Jenny was looking in disbelief at what was happening. And then, once the mother finally realized she was wetting herself, she stepped away from the door and squatted on the ground. One hand pulled her wet panties aside and her stream now shot out free onto the concrete floor.

Linda let out a moan full of pain, relief and pleasure. The abundant stream was heavy and loud. The mother’s eyes were tearing up, free at last!

“Aaaaaaaaah… fuck!”

“Oh my God!”, Jenny giggled, “You’re crazy.” 

She then sat down on the porch and looked at her exhausted mother as she was pissing her soul out in front of her. On Jenny’s face there was an expression that said “if only you had listened to me!”

Linda of course noticed and with strain in her voice she said: “You’re in so much trouble right now!”

Jenny was aware of that. She however continued to gaze in amazement at the power of her mother’s fountain.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone pee this much before.” She teased her.

Annoyed, Linda whispered: “Shut up!” and then, humiliated, let her head fall heavy on her chest. That was the first time she caught a glimpse of her pee gushing out of her clean shaved pussy. Truly a scene to behold.

Suddenly she heard the door slamming. Linda lifted her head and looked over to her daughter, she was gone. Her pee was so intense that she didn’t even notice Jenny getting inside. Now, all alone, Linda took advantage of the situation to finally enjoy the last few seconds of an amazing feeling of relief. Her urine was slowly flowing down the driveway and onto the road. Somebody in the neighbourhood surely noticed or was secretly spying on her. But did it matter now?

What was done was done, and Jenny, probably hidden in her room by then, was going to pay for all of that.