Wet Carpet magazine

**Kupar** · December 9, 2020

2 minutes ago, Alfresco said:

Or maybe you need a letter from another reader offering advice?

I was rather hoping that might happen, yes 🙂

**Alfresco** · December 9, 2020

Dear Wet Carpet,

I have just read Amy's letter and felt the need to respond. This young lady is in a bit of dilemma to say the least and I'll try to give some advice. Something similar happened to me where I had been caught out peeing at work. In my case I had stayed back at work to complete some filing, had drunk a couple of coffees too many and was bursting for a pee. The cleaners were cleaning the only toilets and I just had to find a solution. Nobody was around and I was getting more desperate by the minute. I was bobbing and holding myself and not getting anywhere fast with the filing. I ended up looking around one last time and then going to the break room, where I pulled the sofa away from the wall, hitched up my skirt (no knickers) squeezed into the gap and squatted down. A flood erupted from my urethra and pounded into the carpet as I was hissing away and sighing with relief at the same time. I seemed to pee for ages and then eventually the stream dwindled and faded to nothing. I stood up and surveyed the damage - a serious puddle, but thankfully it hadn't spread too far. I moved away and wiped my pussy with a paper towel from the dispenser before throwing it in the bin, pulling my skirt down and returning the sofa to it's previous position, hiding the puddle from sight. I went back to work feeling incredibly relieved and inexplicably excited.

The next day, I came into work to find a note on my desk. It read "I know what you did last night. If you don't want the managers to know then you need to do it again next Thursday at 7pm, but this time use the pot plant." I am sure I went white when I read that, but I then needed to do some detective work. I was sure that I was on my own, but how could anyone know? I went back to the break room and looked around for signs of my naughty deed. Nothing. No smell, no damp patch beyond the sofa, no stain. I was confused. Then it hit me. I glanced up and I spotted the camera in the corner. So..... someone was watching on CCTV.

Anyway, I am digressing from advice here. Long and short of it was that I had sussed it was one of the security team so the following Thursday at 7pm, instead of going to the break room I went to the security office and peered through the gaps in the mirrored glazed door (it was like strips alternating wide mirror and narrow glass). I saw TWO security guards hunched around a monitor trained on the break room. I had identified the culprits and decided to play them at their own game. I addressed notes to them saying that if they so much as breathed a word to anyone then I would know who it was and would report them for misuse of the CCTV system, voyeurism and blackmail. It seemed to do the trick as I never heard from them again, but I still have in my mind that I may contact them again to see if we can set up a bit of fun together.....

So, my advice is do as much as you can to narrow down the suspect. Who could possibly have witnessed you being in the car? Who could possibly have known that the car was wet after you had been in the car? If someone was watching on CCTV, they may have seen you get in the car, but could they have seen what you were doing? So, maybe there was someone who cleaned the bosses car after your deed and they found a wet seat? Maybe they then went to the CCTV system to find out who had sat in the seat? Time for some serious detective work on your part as to who was working that day, who had time on their hands that could have cleaned the car? Maybe you have access to CCTV yourself and could see who went to the car after you? Once you find out, you have another decision to make - do you call them out and threaten them with two can play that game? Or, do you arrange to meet them for some fun as they obviously enjoyed what you were doing....

Whatever you find and however you proceed, be sure to let us know and I hope you get some fun out of playing them at their own game.

Best Wishes,
Sarah.
xx

**Kupar** · December 10, 2020

Dear Wet Carpet

What a wonderful, supportive community readers of this magazine are! Thank you so much Sarah for your reply to my last letter. I followed your advice - it really helped, and now I am much, much happier! Here’s what happened.

I went back to the scene of my ‘crime’, if I can call it that. Sure, I know it was naughty, but how can something that felt so good be wrong? To be honest, I’d been thinking nonstop about that pee ever since – how wonderful it felt to hear and feel it flow between my thighs, and watch it soaking away into the fabric, and running over the edge of the seat on to the floor below. I didn’t say before, but I’d put my hand down there given myself a little rub as I peed – it had been such fun!

I couldn’t see any CCTV cameras that could possibly have picked me up going to the car – they only cover the main doors, and I’d gone out through the service bay. And the CCTV isn’t monitored live, it’s only ever looked at if there’s been a break-in. The only place where anyone could have seen me get into that car was from the parts office – it’s just a little glass-walled cubicle really – and my boss, the service manager, is the only person with a key!

I looked at the angles and sightlines. This was the only possibility. It was my boss. And I’d found his weakness, and his on switch! So I went back to my desk and wrote this note: “How about we stay after work tomorrow and I’ll put on a show for you? Go to the parts office at 5:45” and left it somewhere I knew he’d find it. What had I done!?

The next day I was on edge all day and my manager was in a quiet mood – we hardly looked at one another. I wanted to make sure I could pee, and to see what he’d do, so I was drinking pretty much non-stop during the afternoon. By locking-up time I was really ready. Not desperate, but jiggly, if you know what I mean. The time came and I made my way through the internal door to the service bay. He was there, alone, in the little office, looking a bit embarrassed.

My heart was pounding! But I had planned what I was going to do. I put my finger to my lips to show him I wanted him to say silent, then I walked towards the inspection pit in the centre of the bay, with my special walk – you know: slow, hips swaying a little, never losing eye contact – as I undid the buttons on my white blouse, and then the zip at the side of my tight black skirt. I love the power I have over men! When I beckoned, he almost ran from his office. I pointed wordlessly to the pit and he realised what his role was because he obediently climbed down the steps and laid down on his back, looking up at me with puppy eyes. When I reached the corner of the inspection pit I let my skirt fall, kicked it clear, opened my blouse a little then placed my feet in a wide stance so I was directly over him. He almost yelped when he saw I wasn’t wearing any knickers and he was staring up at my neat, trimmed pussy.

It took a few seconds, but when it came, it didn’t stop for almost a minute! All the time we were looking straight at each other – him helpless and submissive, me dominant and powerful with my hands on my hips – as my clear, strong stream cascaded from three metres above him all over his face, his clothes, his shoes. By adjusting my position and using my muscles I covered him completely and he was loving it!

In that moment, all my fears about being found out and losing my job evaporated. I had found a pee slave, and my job was going to be much, much better in the future!

Stay wet and powerful, sisters!

Amy

x

**Kevvvv** · December 27, 2020

Deer wet carpet

it's come to my attention a few years back that I am a complete sexual juggernaut I'm something that I like to call a t r y sexual meaning I will try just about anything within my sexual orientation. With that said I have embarked on a new and to say the least very interesting journey of fantastical proportions when it involves water sports. Now I have kept readers updated with my Journey since before it was started close to a year into this journey I have left behind the reservations that prohibited the journey and the past not only have I but has my partner as well and without saying or planning I receive my lemonade as much as I want actually I do still want more but thing that slows me down partially is the cleaning process. But I try to drink all of it to prevent too much of a cleanup. My partner has recently made a request of her own and I cannot wait to try and explain my journey of try sexuality you should try it as well. I look forward to having these meetings more than ever the word to wise a good thing can be about as thin as the air and dissipates without much warning. I'm going to cherish the journey until it's over!

**somedood123** · December 27, 2020

Hi everyone!

I'm Nikki, 21 year old brunette and I am a student. Last year, in addition to that, I had a part-time job as what is often referred to as "promo girl". Basically a model that gets hired by companies to promote their products (that means alcoholic beverages) at various events, but typically just at night clubs. It did take some getting used to at first because you have to sort of accept that your body is what really sells. But I know I am a fairly large-breasted gal, about 175 cm tall and with a great ass and just overall sexy body because I work out a lot. And obviously the outfits they had me wear were usually made to show off. Often times it was a bodysuit of sorts that was partially see-through. So it's uh... Something you have to get used to, but the pay was good and it was pretty much just easy money for not a whole lot of work and it fit well with my studies as I was mostly just on the job during the weekends. I do also like going clubbing and am quite a social person which certainly helped, although on jobs where I had to stay completely sober, it could get challenging to deal with drunk people all night, which leads me to my next thing: the alcohol policy. Some companies outright ban drinking for promo girls... if you're caught drinking alcohol you get fired, simple as that, but others are more lenient and allow you to drink socially so to speak - as long as you're still capable of doing the job it's allowed. I think the second option is the best for both as it probably helps sales that you actually accept when a guy offers to buy you a drink (believe me, this happens a whole lot when you look like I do and especially when you're wearing such revealing clothes!), and just generally being able to better blend in with the same vibe as everyone else.

There is however one thing that was almost always a problem, and that is having to go for a wee. Since I was working for several hours, I definitely ended up needing to pee at least once, obviously more if I had a few drinks throughout. And obviously I would still drink water on a sober job because on your feet for that many hours, you're gonna need some hydration!
So why was this a problem? Well, I'm sure many of you know what the toilet situation is like at most night clubs. Horrendous queues and filthy inside. Some places do have a staff toilet in the back, but it's not always that promo girls are given access to it, seems to depend on the relationship between the club and our agency. Often we're just treated like regular customers. I suppose that might help towards blending in rather than just looking like a walking advertisement (but there are product logos on our uniforms so...). Anyway, breaks aren't really a scheduled thing, but we were allowed short breaks "when we felt like it". But they sure didn't want you to spend a long time going to the bathroom because you had to wait in a long line. That's a long time where you're not really doing the job you got hired to do. Still need to pee, though, obviously, but fortunately I can be fairly creative and became quite good at improvising and finding solutions when I needed a wee.

For example, when I went outside to hand out leaflets and other things like coupons to people in queue to get into the club... Sometimes after reaching the end of the queue, it was pretty easy to sneak off and quickly crouch and pee in the nearest alley. I did get caught sometimes, but always just by other people coming down there for a pee so they didn't care. Well, some blokes would throw a comment or two every now and then, guess they're not used to seeing a gal weeing in public! Practically all of my girl friends do it when we're having a girls night out!

But sometimes there weren't any nearby places outside to hide and pee and in those cases, I did something that I think many people may frown at, but probably not readers of this magazine. Anyway, in those cases, I would typically just find somewhere inside the club where I could pee without anyone realising what I was doing. It's easier than you may think, especially considering I often had to wear a bodysuit. Peeing became as simple as stepping into a dark area, popping the lower button of the bodysuit to free my pussy and then I could discreetly lower myself ever so slightly and part my legs, mostly still just standing. Then I just relaxed and let it flow. The loud music drowns out the sound of my wee hitting the floor and half a minute later I'm all relieved. A quick fumble with the crotch of the bodysuit and I'm all buttoned up again, ready to continue the job, and it practically took no time at all! It did make me wonder how many other girls do this sometimes. With those lines? I wouldn't blame them! Or you! Yes I did read some letters here of other gals resorting to peeing inside the club! Besides, you can't really tell if it's wee on the floor or a spilled drink so who cares? They're probably going to be mopping the floor the next day anyway. Of course, getting this good at it takes practice, and I've probably peed on the floor like that fifty times or more... After I stopped working as a promo girl, I have occasionally utilised this "skill" when I've been to a club with a horrible queue for the toilets (that's one reason why I tend to wear skirts or dresses when I go out). A girl's gotta go! Can't just unlearn something like that! Fortunately one of my good friends from university is of like mind in that if she needs to pee, she will simply find somewhere to pee! Doesn't have to be anywhere fancy like a toilet! With a full bladder, anywhere will do! And believe me, if you're going to be weeing in a dark corner of the club, you'll be thankful to have a friend there to help you watch out. It also makes for a fun drunk story later!

But sometimes it's just not possible to pee like that without getting caught so occasionally, I abandoned that idea and just started peeing myself slowly. In a bodysuit that usually meant the wee ran down my legs, but it quickly dried and it's better than the alternative of dealing with an aching bladder until you can't anymore. At the end of the day, it's just pee and it will dry. It's not like I didn't take a shower anyway when I got home.

I did ask some of the other promo girls about what they did about having to pee and most of them admitted to having had to go outside to wee in an alley or between parked cars on some jobs. I didn't dare tell them I sometimes just peed right on the floor inside, but it was nice knowing that at least I was not the only one who had to get creative when I needed a wee!
I suppose it would have been nice with guaranteed access to a proper loo every night but I wasn't that bothered. If I need to pee, I pee.

Nikki

**somedood123** · December 28, 2020

Hi again Wet Carpet!

It's Anise again from several months back when I wrote about a New Years party I had attended. The party took place in a hotel and the loo situation wasn't really ideal with how many people were there. Needless to say, I got to do something I'd been thinking about ever since reading all of these letters of you gals weeing anywhere and everywhere! I urge you to read it if this sounds at all interesting to you!
Well today I am back with story that happened back during the summer. Obviously, with the whole pandemic going on, parties were few and far between, and during the summer I happened to relax in the park with some drinks and good friends from uni on a few occasions.

There was one Saturday where five of us had decided on that in the late afternoon. Afternoon became evening and soon enough we decided to get some pizza and the evening continued. And I know what you're thinking... Group of girls having drinks in the park... At some point there's going to be some peeing! And yes indeed, but the park toilets were actually open, although they shut them at 10 PM. I didn't use them though. I don't really know much about the transmission of the virus in bathrooms, but I certainly feel safer peeing in a bush than in a public loo! I didn't exactly tell the other girls that when I excused myself to go to the bathroom. I know that at least two of them are a bit... unaccepting of public urination or it's at least something that they will sure do everything to avoid doing. Then there's my friend from the other story and she certainly has no trouble having a wee in an alleyway or somewhere else out in public if she needs to! I'm sure you all recognise it from your own friend groups; those of us who sort of have the view of "if I need a pee I'll just find somewhere to pee" and those who will go to great lengths to avoid peeing in public.
One thing is certain though, I was not the only one peeing in the bushes on that day as the ground definitely looked wet in places and there were also a fair number of tissues lying about. I think that's pretty rude and dirty, they can take quite a while to break down! And then there was the girl I ran into as I was leaving one of these bushy areas. I can't see what other reason she could have for going in there if not to have a wee!

But moving on... Peeing in a bush is quite tame compared to what I did at that New Years party. But the evening didn't end there as you're about to see!
Many trips to the bushes later, it had finally started getting dark and yes indeed, the park loos were now closed! The talk was to start calling it a night which wasn't too bad of an idea as it was beginning to get a bit chilly out. But I suspect another thing on at least two of my friends' minds was also that they'd need to pee in public if we stayed, something I've never seen them do. My friend from the New Years party was also here and to make things simple, let's call her Anna. Anna and I frequently pee in alleys and dark corners throughout town on night outs, but these two girls have never joined in even though they've clearly been bursting for a wee too!
It was around 10:30 when we decided to call it a night. I was beginning to need a wee again and I figured I'd pee somewhere on the way back to my flat. Anna and I live in the same area so she could help keep a look out if needed. I'm sure she had to pee too as it had been at least an hour since she'd been. Two of our friends were going opposite directions and the final one, one of those who always refuses to pee in public, let's call her Sara, was heading the same way as Anna and I.

"You reckon there's anywhere open now? I really need a pee quite badly", Sara said shortly after we'd left the park.
"Doubt it", I said, "you really should've gone in the park"
"But they closed the toilets at 10!", Sara said.
"Just pee in a bush", Anna giggled.
"No thank you", Sara said.
"Up to you", Anna said and laughed, "but I am bursting too and I think the first alleyway we come across is gonna have to do"
"I might have to join you", I giggled.
"I can't believe you two... Always weeing in public", Sara said.
"A bit of wee is no harm now, is it?", I chuckled, "you've seriously never had to pee in public?"
Sara didn't really respond but Anna had spotted an alleyway further up the street.
"Come on, Sara. It'll only take a minute and you'll feel so much better", Anna said, leading the way.
"What about over there? Maybe they'll let us use the bathroom", Sara said having spotted a hotel. A rather posh looking one I might add.
"Ugh...Fine!", Anna mumbled and added, "but if not, I'm peeing in this alley and so are you".
Sara didn't say anything but just trotted off towards the hotel.

There was no one in the lobby as the receptionist's desk was empty so we instead surveyed the room for anything to indicate where the toilets were.
It was indeed an expensive looking hotel with a soft dark red carpet covering the floor everywhere by the looks of it. Decorative art sculptures and what not. Of course, a thought entered my mind given that no one seemed to know we were here. It would be so easy for us to crouch down and have a wee on the floor there. I'd honestly been wanting to pee on a carpet like that again since the New Years party but hadn't had any options for it. But I'm sure Sara would never speak to us again...I can't say whether Anna would be up for it either, although she seemed to not care much about it back then.

Sara led us around the hotel lobby, checking all possible doors. She was clearly very desperate to go.
"Look, Sara. I'm really bursting for a wee so let's just go outside.", Anna said.
I was getting to the desperate state as well but definitely not like Sara and Anna.
"Let's just check down here", Sara said and led us in the direction of a dimly lit corridor.

"Well?", Anna asked when we reached the end still with no bathroom in sight. The door at the end was locked.
"Uhm... Yeah so... Shit...", Sara exclaimed, "I think I just peed a little".
"Well let's hurry on outside then!", Anna said.
"I... I'm afraid it'll all come out if I move", Sara said nervously, "What do I do?".

She really had been incredibly desperate for a wee.
It was my time to suggest that which I wanted to do myself.
I looked behind us just to make sure we were alone.
"Okay Sara, get yours knickers out of the way and just pee here", I said.
"Here? On their beautiful carpet?", Sara said.
"Well sounds like it's either that or you're gonna end up with wet legs. And the carpet's gonna get its fair share of pee too", I laughed, "just pee, it's fine. It'll dry and they won't know. Or I'm sure they can afford to clean it if it's a problem"
Anna giggled. We haven't talked much about our little misdeeds (mostly mine, I know) at the party, but I'm sure she was reminded of them just now.
"Mhmm... I know you're right and I hate it. Guess I'm gonna pee... on the carpet", Sara said and pulled up her loose summer dress before immediately tearing down her knickers and crouching low as she immediately released a thunderous stream of wee with no warning. It just came crashing out and immediately started darkening the carpet.
"Wow, you definitely needed to go", I said a second or two later.
"I know, I've been holding it for so long", Sara said as she continued emptying her bladder.
"What are you doing?", Sara suddenly asked Anna who was now unbuttoning her tight denim shorts.
"Well if you get to pee right here I don't see why I can't. I'm bursting for a wee too you know.", Anna said.
"I suppose...", Sara quietly said. Her stream of pee still showed no sign of ending.
Shortly after, Anna's shorts were down and she crouched in the corner before releasing her flow. You could tell she was holding a lot too, but Sara definitely had her beat in sheer stream intensity.
"Sorry Sara, but there's no way I'm not also peeing right here then", I said and began drawing up my dress and using one hand to slide my knickers to the side. Quickly crouching, I parted my legs and released my stream to create yet another patch of wee on the carpet.
"This is so dirty. I feel bad", Sara said.
"Don't worry about it", I tried consoling her, "you couldn't hold it any longer. And it's only a bit of wee, it's harmless!"
Anna finished peeing and I followed shortly after, but Sara was still going.

"That's absurd, how much wee can you have inside that bladder?", Anna giggled as she buttoned up her shorts.
"I'm almost done", Sara let out a quick giggle, clearly much more relaxed now.
"Guess you're used to holding it since you never pee in public", I smiled.
Another ten seconds or so passed and Sara's stream finally ended and she pulled up her knickers then stood back up.
On the carpet were now three large wet spots, but one of them was clearly larger than the other two.
We quickly snuck out of the hotel, fortunately encountering no one. I can't recall seeing any cameras but you never know.

"So are you gonna wee in the alley next time or was hotel better?", Anna giggled as we walked the streets.
"I want to pee in a proper loo, but I see your point", Sara laughed a little, "I'm sorry, it's just that I've always been told that peeing in public is something only gross men do"
"Strange, I'm sure I've seen many pretty girls have a wee all over the city", I laughed to which Anna let out a short giggle as well.
I think this was actually a changing experience for Sara because the next time we went to the park for a few drinks something was different... I had excused myself to go to the toilets and she said she would come with me. Well, turns out the toilets were closed and she didn't object to me suggesting a bush wee (what I had originally intended). Soon enough we found a good spot and then crouched next to each other and watered the ground before going back to the other girls.

Is a public toilet really worth the risk? Not to me it isn't! Just pee in a bush or an alleyway!

Happy new year everyone!
Anise

**Julepsfolly** · January 10, 2021

On 3/6/2018 at 1:39 AM, steve25805 said:

Dear Wet Carpet

My name is Dave, aged 46 and I was on a business trip in Birmingham recently. In the evening I went out to this pub and hooked up with these two ladies aged about 40, both housemates as it happened. Josie and Jessie, their names were. And yeah I know, makes them sound like a couple of American rednecks, but they are in fact thoroughly British brummies.

They look good too. As you can see with these pics they let me have as a memento. Josie is the brunette on the left, Jessie the blonde on the right.......

And they are easily the dirtiest couple of bitches I have ever met, lol.

I think they'd already had a few when I walked into the bar and got talking to them. We ended up sat at a quieter table in the corner, them on one side and me facing them on the other as we chatted and had a laugh.

After a while, the blonde one, Jessie, said she really needed a pee, and laughed about how some guys love watching ladies pee, and kind of jokingly asked if I wanted to watch.

I commented that it was a bit public, I think. Her friend Josie just laughed, "That's what gent's cubicles are for."

Jessie came back with, "Shit, who needs cubicles! Last time I just pissed on the floor! The guys couldn't believe it!"

Josie:" I know, I was there, haha."

I couldn't believe my luck at hearing shit like this. I tried playing it cool, downing the rest of my pint, but am certain they knew this was turning me on. Which emboldened them further.

Jessie laughed, "Why bother with the gents?" She turned to me and reached out with her hand. "Give me your beer glass."

I handed it over, whereupon Jessie - watched by a grinning Josie - lowered it below the table and appeared to be hoisting the back of her dress whilst shuffling forward to the front of her seat. Then her grin broadened. "I'm pissing, hahaha."

I couldn't believe what was happening. I stole a glance under the table, and there was the glass held between her legs. And she was actually peeing into it right there! I looked back up and she sighed, "Ah I needed that!" And both women laughed.

When she was done she lifted the glass back into view. It was now three quarters full with piss. She laughed, "Now what am I going to do with this?"

Josie: "If Dave was a true gentleman, he'd drink it for you, haha."

Jessie: "If I was a true lady, I wouldn't have pissed in his beer glass in the first place!"

Josie: "Haha, well we sure aint no ladies."

Jessie: "Well if Dave's not gentleman enough to drink it, I'll just have to get rid of it here."

And with that she began pouring the contents out onto the carpet under the table! I couldn't believe it!

Josie then said, "Here, pass me that glass, I need to go."

But as she took the glass from her friend, she hesitated, then put it down on the table. "On second thoughts, why bother? It's gonna end up on the floor anyway, so......"

And she shuffled to the front of her seat, whilst hoisting the back of her dress. Then she gleefully announced, "I'm pissing!" And laughed.

I stole another quick look under the table, and there she was with her legs open, and trimmed muff overhanging the front edge of her seat. And her piss was spraying down in a powerful torrent onto the carpet! I could barely believe this was happening, but it looked sexy as fuck!

Jessie laughed, "I think Dave's enjoying the show, the perv."

I wrenched my gaze away from the carpet pissing under the table, and responded. "You're calling me a perv, but your mate's the one doing the pissing! And getting off on it I can tell, haha."

Josie: "Yes, this is rather fun."

I joked, "You're a right couple of skanky bitches, aren't you!"

Josie chuckled, still enjoying her piss. Jessie shot back with, "Well, if a girl's gotta piss she may as well have fun with it."

By the time Josie was done, the carpet under the table was soaked with piss.

............................................................

Awesomely, I got invited back to their place. We went around to the back entrance because when they go out they leave the front door latched it seems. They unlocked the back door and we all strode into their kitchen which it opened into. One of them switched on the light switch. And I immediately spotted the huge, golden-hued lake covering a large area of the tiled floor. They noticed my eyes widen at the sight.

Josie chuckled, "Oh, we just pissed there before we went out."

I was stunned by the nonchalant, matter of fact, way they just seemed to be about it. "Didn't you want to clean it up afterwards?"

Josie: "Nah, couldn't be bothered!"

They laughed at my surprised reaction to this.

Anyway, we all just strode through their piss lake into their living room.

Josie immediately lifted her dress - neither lady was wearing any panties - and popped a squat right there in front of their coffee table. And gleefully started pissing right there on the carpet. A powerful hissy spray splashing forcefully down.

I was struggling to believe the awesomeness of what I was seeing. "Fucking hell, that's your own carpet you're pissing on!"

She chuckled, "Yeah, we do it quite a lot! It's just more convenient - and more fun!"

And come to think of it, there was a pissy aroma about the place that bore testament to that.

Jessie too soon lowered herself into a squat, her dress hoisted to expose her gorgeous ass cheeks. And she too was soon pissing another torrent right there onto the carpet, lol.

By now I needed to pee myself, so when they were done I somewhat sheepishly asked where their toilet was. Jessie just laughed, "Don't bother going all the way upstairs just for that, silly. Just piss against that wall over there." She indicated an area of the living room wall beside their sofa.

And so - incredibly - I found myself, trousers and underpants removed at their suggestion, standing there and pissing against their living room wall as they stood either side of me, enjoying the show with grins on their faces. They didn't seem bothered about the wallpaper I was fucking up, either.

As my pee finally trailed off, I asked them, "Do you girls ever actually use the toilet?"

Josie laughed, "It has been known! Last time Jessie used the toilet though, she was standing astride the fucking thing. With the lid closed at the time, haha."

Jessie: "Seemed like a fun idea at the time."

Josie: " Might as well have just pissed on the floor like we usually do. Cos that's where it all ended up, hahaha."

.............................

Anyway, we ended up heading up to their bedroom, walking past the open bathroom door on the way. I couldn't fail to spot that there was piss all over the floor in there.

Their bedroom smelt particularly strongly of pee, with some parts of their carpet so saturated that it squelched underfoot. I think they noticed that I noticed, because a smirking Josie said, "Yeah, we piss in here A LOT!"

We ended up enjoying great three way sex on their large double bed. It was brilliant.

Afterwards we all stood in the middle of the room - yes they were standing too with legs apart and hands on hips - and pissed all over the carpet.

Was a very enjoyable pissy fun night. I never knew there could be such ladies around into doing all that.

I will cherish the pics they gave me and the memories they invoke of their awesomely skanky pissings, lol.

I still struggle to get my head around the fact that two such awesomely sexy middle aged women can get off by pissing all over the place in their own home, and apparently be happy to just leave it laying around.

Dave.

This is such a fantasy of mine. I'd love to just be able to piss anywhere with absolute abandon and never have to clean it up. It's so dirty and exciting

**Kupar** · January 12, 2021

Dear Wet Carpet

It’s been a while since I found my inner pee domme, and a willing slave, and I thought you might like to know how I’ve been getting on. You may remember from a few issues ago that I managed to turn the tables on my overbearing boss at the garage when I discovered his weakness for pee.

There was always the risk that he’d find a way of getting rid of me, but it was clear he was hooked. After I’d peed on him in the inspection pit, I’d just walked away and driven home. The next day at work was … interesting. He was very nice to me! I didn’t know how to react at first – it was such a change. I have always been nice to people: it sort of comes with the receptionist / customer service job really. But I couldn’t immediately change how I was around him at work – he was still my boss.

The best thing was that I started finding opportunities at work to have more pee fun. Ever since that first time ruining his car seats (and rubbing one out while I did it!) I’d been taking the opportunity to have a quick pee playtime when I went to the toilet. First it was just sitting on the seat and having a little rub, but I got a bit naughtier as the days went by and soon I was squatting on the floor, or standing with one leg up on the toilet seat or basin, knickers pulled to one side, just letting the pee come out wherever. It felt fantastic, watching and hearing my hot pee splashing where it shouldn’t, especially if I’d held for a while. It’s a shared unisex toilet, of course, so I reckon the other staff just assumed it was the guys who were making a mess – and the boss wasn’t going to say anything was he?!

He knew what I was doing because I took photos and sent them to his phone with teasing messages like “I’m going to cover your face in my hot piss, you worthless creature,” – that sort of thing. I was making it up as I went along, but sometimes when I saw him looking at his phone he kind of whimpered, so I reckon I was doing OK!

That satisfied my naughty side for a while, but I knew I needed more. I started dressing more provocatively and putting on darker eye makeup and bolder lipstick. The dress code is black and white smart business wear, of course, but I pushed it as far as I could. I have this black leather miniskirt – like, really short – and I started wearing that more often, teamed with long boots, sheer tights and no knickers. My white blouses got tighter and fewer of the buttons got done up. None of the staff – or the customers – seemed to mind.

I started peeing on my chair. And on other chairs. Just hitching my skirt up a bit under my desk while sorting out customers picking up their cars, and gradually letting spurts of pee come out on to the cushioned top of my swivel chair as I handed them their keys back. Sometimes it would drip on to the carpet tiled floor. It was amazing knowing that because I had the boss under my control I could do pretty much anything I wanted.

In his little glass walled office, when he was there, I would sometimes go in, shut the door behind me, walk round the back of his desk and pretend to talk to him about some paperwork so the guys in the workshop wouldn’t realise what was going on. What I was actually doing was standing over his briefcase, peeing on it and into it – seeing his sandwiches becoming soggy, hearing the paperwork getting soaked, thinking about how he explains all this to his wife when he gets home, and saying to him in my best bitch voice “You like this don’t you? You like my piss ruining your stuff. If you’re a good boy and give me a pay rise, maybe I’ll let you feel my pee on your face, or your cock.” I’m still waiting, but when I get it, I’ll have more stories to tell.

Stay wet everyone!

Amy

xx

**Jade wayne** · January 29, 2021

Dear Wet Carpet

I am 18 years old girl. recently there was an accident to me.

usually I wear skirts or jean shorts. But there is cold season out of there. So I worn black denim jeans.

I was drunk too much water. After I finished my work I met my boss and boss says that I have to work sometime more.

I feel that my bladder is getting full and I have to go restroom urgently. I feel like I will make it anytime. I hold it too much long time.

After all I finished my work and I immediately go for restroom. But when I went to the restroom I found that my jeans zipper was stuck.

I am trying very hard but zipper was hardly stuck. I just can't hold it anymore and I just sit on toilet with wearing jeans and peed myself.

I got fully satisfied and got little orgasm. My jeans color was black therefore no buddy noticed that my jeans was socked.

After this whenever I am homealone I sit on toilet and pee without tacking off jeans. This thing gives me lots of satisfaction and orgasm.

jade.

**wetwulf** · February 3, 2021

Dear Wet Carpet,

I knew it would happen eventually. They warned us, but we didn't listen. I'll explain, but first a little background.

My name is Susan, and I am a brunette, plus-sized 41 year old divorced mother of two, one son and one daughter. They are both adults now, and their father and I recently split up after I finally revealed that I had been aware of his multiple affairs but had held on until our kids were out of the house. Not the best choice for my mental health, but fortunately there was little to no fighting, and our kids were barely aware anything was wrong because my husband was discreet (but a wife almost always knows, doesn't she?).

Anyway, to cope with the divorce I started working out and running, and eventually my best friend Emily convinced me to join her in running an upcoming marathon. Before my divorce, I would have called her crazy and backed out. Now, however, I barely hesitated before agreeing to do it.

Emily and I started running together every day to train for the marathon. We followed an 8 week training plan that we found online. What we also found online that amused us both were stories of runners "caught short," specifically during long training runs or during races, and having to find creative ways to relieve themselves. Of course it was almost always easier for men to pee discreetly, but there were a variety of stories of women who squatted behind bushes or even just right along the road or trail and some women who were skilled at kneeling down and peeing through the leg of their shorts, and even a few who admitted that they just peed in their shorts or leggings.

Emily and I laughed about most of these stories when we came across them, but it wasn't until our first longer training run that it became an issue for us. It was a pretty hot day, so we had been keeping hydrated. About 6 miles in, Emily said, "I'm gonna need to pee soon." She groaned, and I laughed as we both realized we were in a very public park. Even though there weren't a lot of people around, it was an open space with very little places to hide, no bushes or cars or buildings or anything. "Shit, and we're so far from the bathrooms," Emily said. We slowed to a jog as Emily seemed to be looking around.

"Well," I said, "we've read about this." Emily laughed. "What do you want to do?" I asked.

"I don't know," Emily said.

"I mean we need to practice for the marathon," I said, "so we might as well practice now." We slowed our pace and then finally stopped. Emily was still looking around.

"I don't see anybody who… wait, no, there's a couple walking over on the other side." Emily pointed, and I looked and saw a man and woman. They didn't even seem to notice us, but they were close enough that they would notice if we suddenly popped a squat right along the path. "Shit," Emily said. "I really need to go." I watched her as she knelt down on one knee on the edge of the path and reached to her shoe as if she was adjusting it. But I saw what she was really planning. She reached between her legs and pulled the leg of her shorts aside just enough that I could see she had gone commando. This made me smile because I had done the same. Seconds later, Emily sighed and I saw a dribble of pee fall from the opening in the leg of her shorts and splash quietly onto the dirt at the edge of the path. "Ohhhh, that feels so much better," she said. "Some of it is splashing on my shorts, but I don't care. They're black, and it'll dry." Emily peed for about twenty seconds and then stood up. Her timing was perfect because the couple had rounded the curve behind us and would soon be close enough to have seen what Emily was doing. Now, however, as we started running again, they would have no idea that one of the women in front of them had just peed along the path.

A couple more miles later, I was finally feeling the pressure in my bladder. Unfortunately, we had circled back to a more populated section of the park, but the bathrooms were still further away, closer to the entrance to the park. "Gonna be my turn soon," I said. Emily laughed as we slowed our pace to a jog. Since I was wearing leggings rather than shorts, Emily and I both knew I couldn't use her strategy, and if I tried to dip behind a bush or squat somewhere close by, it would be obvious to anyone who passed us (and we had already passed several runners and walkers in this area, with more approaching).

"What do you want to do?" Emily asked. I felt another wave of pressure, and I hissed but kept jogging because I didn't want my desperation to look obvious.

"Do you care if we stop and sit down for a minute?" I asked. Our pace had been pretty solid since we started, and even Emily's quick pee had not affected our time very much, but if you're a runner you know that once you get a good momentum going, it can be a real bummer to have to stop for very long.

"Not at all," Emily said, sounding relieved. We slowed and then stopped. I stood still for a moment, frowning as I looked around at all the people in the area, some passing us and more approaching, others walking through the nearby field or sitting on park benches.

"Dammit," I said. "I guess I don't have a choice." I walked over to the edge of the path and sat down on the ground facing away from people but towards a small creek that followed that side of the path.

"What are you going to do?" Emily asked as she sat cross-legged beside me, trying her best to make it look like we were just two middle aged women exhausted from our run and taking a short break along the path.

"Well, since I can't take my pants off right here without exposing myself to all these people, I guess I'm gonna just pee through my tights." Emily made a sound, and I looked up to see her trying to hide a grin.
"Are you wearing panties?" she asked.

"Nope," I said. I scooted my bottom just enough to get the crotch of my black lycra leggings closer to my vagina and then sat back on my arms and put my legs out in front of me. I pretended to be looking at the creek as I relaxed and let go of my bladder. As soon as my warm pee sprayed out of me, though, I could barely hide my moan of relief and pleasure, and I could not help but look down at the clear dribble of pee spraying through the crotch of my leggings. I bit my lip, and Emily saw me and smiled.

"That looks like it feels good," she said.

"Mmm hmm," was all I could say. Emily made a sighing sound, and I looked over and could see a trickle of clear pee forming in the crotch of her shorts.

"Holy… oh my god, you weren't kidding. Ohhh." Her trickle became a full flow, and as we both sat there fully peeing ourselves, I swear I almost orgasmed at the thought that no one but us knew what was happening.

We finally finished, and we sat together for another minute before Emily stood up first, and then I stood up. I could feel the dampness between my legs, but I knew that because of the material and because of the heat, it would likely dry quickly. Emily smiled at me, and we started running again.

I have more stories for you later about some other training runs. The marathon is in a few weeks, so I have no doubt I will have stories for you after that. Until then, thanks for reading this one.

Susan

**gldenwetgoose** · February 5, 2021

Dear Wet Carpet Magazine,

I hope your readers may enjoy seeing a couple of photos of me from earlier this afternoon - not my finest moment, just one of the joys of being a mummy I guess.

Today was one of those non-stop days, from the moment I dropped Abigail at nursery it's been non-stop. Running to the supermarket and trying to do a week's food shopping, then my weekly lunch date with the other mums. I say lunch date, to be honest it's more coffee and cake. After that I dropped the car at home, and walked the ten minutes back to nursery. Collecting Abigail, one of the staff made a point of telling me how good she'd been, which was where I made my first mistake of the afternoon.

You see as a treat I decided in a flash of madness that we'd walk home the longer way past the playground and the even bigger moment of madness of telling Abigail that was what we were going to do. I say moment of madness, because pretty much as we got to the park gates it suddenly struck me that I hadn't been for a wee since leaving the house first thing in the morning. Not even at the coffee shop. You know how it goes, you don't feel the need until you think about it, and then it's all you can think of? Yes, that was me. And a promise is a promise, so I just had to grin and bear it.

At that point I wasn't actually in too much of a desperate state. I mean I needed a wee, but not at the point of... well, that came later. There was a cool breeze and that certainly didn't help. But if I kept moving about, gently swaying from one leg to the other it wasn't too bad. Of course that's fairly easy to do in a playground. I'd just about got to the point of being ready to take Abigail away and then Sharon appeared anyway, one of the other mums. I did give the excuse of needing to get Abigail back for her afternoon nap but still that was another ten minutes of foot tapping, leg twisting bursting time - even worse through having to be sociable with Sharon. Fortunately Abigail came to my rescue (I think!) with a well timed "Mummy I need a wee wee". Sharon laughed as I bid her a quick farewell, grabbed Abigail by the hand and rushed in the direction of home.

The walk back wasn't too bad, at least it took my mind off my full bladder and it was only five minutes anyway. Inside the house was a different matter. Abigail decided to have a toddler moment of wanting to use the big girl's toilet, and to be honest I was in no state to cope with a toddler tantrum or puddle so gave into her. Only problem was that meant she was in the bathroom, sat on the only toilet in the house singing nursery rhymes.

I hoped my "Abigail, please hurry up, Mummy needs a wee-wee too" and "Are you done Sweetie?" didn't sound too frantic, but outside the bathroom door things were anything but calm. The gentle pacing was now at the jumping on the spot stage, dancing wildly and squirming madly. Unzipping my jeans helped and probably gave me a few minutes grace. Finally though Abigail was done, and trying to summon up all the sweetness and calmness I could muster, I popped Abigail onto her bed and soothed her for her nap. All was going as well as could be expected to the moment when I closed her door, by this point just a few paces from the bathroom. Surely I could make it, even if I did have one hand clamped firmly between my legs trying to hold back the flood. Then it happened.

Literally as I let go of her door, now using both hands to clamp myself closed, I heard the anguished cry "Where's dolly, I need my dolly!"

That was the moment the cracks in the dam started to appear as I felt a spurt of hot pee gush into my panties. The hotness actually took me by surprise and it took a second or two to stop the flow, by which time I could feel the warmth across both cheeks of my bum. As I clenched and carefully waddled back into the darkened toddler bedroom I could feel the damp cotton against my lady parts and actually it didn't feel too unpleasant at all. Dolly was on the floor next to the bed and the longer spurt of wee as I bent down to pick it up didn't feel unpleasant either. This time I felt the inside of my thigh moisten before I clenched harder to stop the flow.

Inside the bathroom I figured the damage was already done, my jeans were heading into the laundry so what the hell. I stepped into the bathtub, reached my phone out of my back pocket and unlocked the camera. I thought perhaps I'd take a quick selfie for comic effect for the other mums. As I waited for a moment it seemed that the couple of spurts had relieved the immediate pressure. 'Maybe I should have done that in the park to get rid of Sharon' I smirked to myself. Then with that thought I felt my panties warm again, this time not just a spurt but a steady trickle giving way to a stream and then a river. I've no idea how long that lasted, or how much pee I released, but the release felt absolutely amazing.

Once I'd finished I peeled off my jeans to inspect the damage to my knickers, which were of course drenched. I thought about stripping off properly to have a shower, but then spotted the box of baby wipes on the side. That was a whole new experience too - I though the feeling of hot pee in my panties was nice, the feeling of cool tender wet wipe was electric. I won't bore you with the details of the next fifteen minutes, but let's just say I'm going to need another packet next grocery shop, and toddler nap time is officially mummy treat time from now on.

Hope you enjoyed reading,

Wendy.

**muffinhuntr** · February 22, 2021

It was an accident. Honest! Usually after work I take the train then the bus and walk to my house without any problem. Every day. This time there was a promotion party at work (not for me of course) and I stayed to have a cake and coffee. I didn’t have to go when I left work and I was fine on the train, but the bus seemed to hit every single bump jarring my almost full bladder. I walked the several blocks home as fast as I dared because now, I really had to go. I stopped a couple times to cross my legs and force myself to hold it, but it was an awfully close thing.

I stood at the door, hopping from foot to foot, holding my thighs together and fumbling with the keys.

“No, no, no, no!” I said to myself as I felt a squirt escape into my panties. When the door swung open, I ran towards the bathroom, but I didn’t make it.

“Oh my God, I can’t hold it.” I felt another spurt escape, then the floodgates opened and the pee gushed into my panties and darkened my pants. I was mortified as I saw my sister, Nancy, sitting in her underwear.

“I was about to take a shower.” She jumped out of the chair to help me, unfastening my belt and pants, pulling them and the wet panties down, but I was still pissing madly, wetting everything down to my shoes. I started crying as she knelt in front of me and a last squirt hit her right in the face.

“I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean it, please forgive me!” I stammered sobbing.

Nancy licked her lips as she removed my shoes and helped me step out of my wet clothes. She stood up, kissed me full on the lips and said, “Don’t worry, I kind of enjoyed it.” She smiled and kissed me again. “I’m your older sister and I’ll always help you. Let’s strip and take a shower together.” She grabbed my pissy clothes and threw them in the shower as she and I removed the rest of our clothes and started the warm water.

Nancy started washing me. Intimately. Her hands worked over my pussy again and again, more than was necessary, but I was getting very aroused. She was no longer making any pretense at cleaning me and I was squirming and moaning as she kept rubbing my pussy. Suddenly she stopped and stepped away a little.

“Now I gotta go.” she declared and started pissing on me!

Her stream hit my aroused clit and when she kissed me again, I came. Hard. My hips humped the air as I kept cumming and she kept pissing. Finally it stopped and we stared at each other, then she smiled and kissed me, a very unsisterly kiss.

“That was fun Marlene!” she said and then she stepped out and left me wondering about what just happened.

So, dear readers, was what I did wrong? Will we do it again? Am I abnormal for “doing it” with my own sister?

I’m so ashamed….and curious. What should I do?

Marlene

**wetwulf** · February 23, 2021

This letter contains f and m peeing, wetting, consensual unprotected sex, and bedwetting.

Dear Wet Carpet,

I recently spent the night with a woman after we both spent some time together at a local restaurant and had a few too many drinks. Luckily she said she lived a little more than a mile walk from the restaurant, and as soon as I suggested I would just get an Uber home and come get my car in the morning, she gave me a naughty smile and asked, "Why?" I got the hint and we started the walk to her place.

Along the way to her place, it became obvious that she was walking a little funny, and at first I just thought it was because she was drunk. But she was walking with her legs tightly together and would occasionally pause and bounce around a bit. I finally had to ask. "Are you okay?"

She giggled and looked at me a little nervously but still had a cute smile on her face. "This is kind of embarrassing, but I have to pee." Her posture and behavior finally made it shamelessly clear that she was desperate. She was also looking around as if trying to find a good place. We were walking along a semi-busy street on which a car would pass every few minutes. There were houses and a few shops (which were closed, unfortunately) along the street, as well. From my observation, anywhere she might decide to squat would make it obvious to any passing cars that she was taking a piss.

"I don't think there's anywhere around here you could safely go," I said.

"Oh, I'm not worried about that," she said. "I just didn't know how you would feel if I, um… y'know…" She smiled again and stood still and sort of tilted her head downwards, "I'm wearing a dress without panties is what I'm trying to say," she said, and then she giggled.

"Oh, okay," I said. Right after she said this I felt my cock twitch in my pants. "Well, it doesn't bother me."

"That's good because I'm honestly too tired and too drunk to care, so…." At this, she parted her legs just a little bit, and soon she sighed, and I could hear a hissing sound. Seconds later, an obvious stream of pee dropped from under her dress between her legs and splashed onto the sidewalk at her feet. "Oh, somebody's coming," she said, and she closed her legs just as a car drove by. She giggled and then moaned as the hissing got louder and more pee poured out of her, now flowing down her slender legs, over her sandals and to the sidewalk. "Holy shit, I really had to go," she said. "Ohhh, but that feels really good."

I felt my cock twitch again, and she noticed and smiled at me, giggling again. She moaned once more, and I could actually start to see the front of her dress dampening just a little bit with the pressure of her flow, which splashed noisily down her legs. It finally started to ease as she breathed out and sighed.

"Feel better?" I asked.

"Much," she said, nodding.

We finally made it to her place, which was located in an apartment building. The entrance had a code on the door, and as she was punching in the numbers I heard her make a sound and then saw a few more drops of pee fall from between her legs. She opened the door, and as soon as we entered and the door shut behind me, she tugged me into a shadowed corner and pulled me close to her. We kissed deeply, and her hands were feeling around my pants, looking for the zipper.

"Wait," I said. "Let me get a condom." She pulled me close to her again.

"No," she said. "I'm on the pill, and I trust you." I started to comment, but she worked my zipper down and soon had my cock in one hand while hiking her dress up with the other as she literally pulled me to her by my dick. I moved closer to her and slipped easily into her already wet slit. We didn't even bother to look to see if anyone would see us or hear us, and before long she was crying out, and I knew I was close.

"It's okay," she said. I groaned as I came inside of her, feeling sweet release as I filled her. When we finished, she kissed me deeply and then pulled away. Then she squatted down and peed a full stream onto the carpeted floor, which looked like it had already seen its share of various spills and "accidents." I could also see some of my semen dripping out of her as she sighed with relief.

Without even taking the time to think, I relaxed and a steady stream of my own warm pee sprayed out of my cock and splashed on the floor right between her legs. She gasped and giggled and then leaned forward until my stream was falling onto her chest, soaking the front of her dress. She moaned and rubbed her chest. "Oh my god, that's so warm." I continued to pee about ten seconds more, and she just let my stream fall all over her breasts, soaking her bra and the front of her dress to drip onto the floor, adding to her puddle.

When I finished, she stood up and grabbed me by the dick again. "Let's go upstairs, big boy." She led me up the stairs and to her apartment where she stripped off her soaking wet dress and bra and directed me to get undressed, as well. I was all hers now as I obeyed and took off my clothes. She led me to the bathroom, started the shower, and we both stepped into the warm water.

We embraced and started kissing, and I could feel my erection returning. But this time she rejected my attempts to get to her pussy. Instead, she insisted we wash each other, so I took a loofah, lathered it with soap, and washed her curvy body, and then she did the same for me. If I hadn't been a little drunk or if I had taken the time to really think, this level of intimacy might have shocked me, but I was so caught up in the incredible feeling of her inhibition and my own desires.

After our shower, we dried off, and she walked out of the bathroom, and I followed her to her bed. Without getting dressed, she crawled onto the bed and then tapped the space next to her. I slid in under the covers with her, and we kissed more and embraced each other until we both were obviously too tired to continue and fell asleep.

Sometime in the night I heard a sound that took my brain a moment to identify as a splashing sound. I opened my eyes and could just barely see that she had scooted her bottom over the edge of her side of the bed, and based on the sound she must have been just letting her pee fall lazily to the floor. Her eyes were closed, but she was sighing with relief. The splashing stopped, and she scooted her bottom back onto the bed.

I woke up to sunlight creeping in through one of the windows in her bedroom. When I turned to her, she was awake and smiled at me. "You stayed," she said.

"Did you expect me to go?" I asked.

"Most guys do," she said, "especially after I pee myself."

It occurred to me briefly that this may have all been a test of some sort, but I shrugged it off and instead admired her beauty.

"I'm not most guys," I said. I felt her hand stroke my penis, and I groaned.

"And clearly I'm not most women," she said. We moved closer to each other. She lifted her leg just enough to let me slip inside of her, and I moaned at the soothing warmth of her pussy as we kissed and pressed our bodies together. She pressed my shoulder until I rolled over, and soon she was on top of me, riding me and moaning. I rubbed her breasts and sat up far enough to suck on her right nipple.

"Oh, god, yes," she moaned. "Mmm. Wait… I have to… pee." I did not stop sucking on her breast, though, and she did not make much effort to get off of me. "Oh, screw it, I don't care. Don't stop." As soon as she said this, she lifted her hips until my dick slipped out of her and then she sighed. I kept kissing her breasts and felt something warm soak my lower tummy, my cock, and my balls and felt the bed get soaked with her warm pee. "Ohhhhh, my god, I can't believe I'm soaking my bed. Ohhhhhh." It was a lot, and it splashed out of her, drenching her and me and the bedsheets.

As soon as she finished, she wasted no time slipping back onto my dick. I sat up and wrapped my arms around her back holding her close to feel, feeling the warm wetness between us. She writhed her hips and soon we were both crying out as she came and I groaned ejaculated into her. She climbed off of me and flopped onto her back next to me, still panting. I relaxed on my back, as well, and she turned to me, smiling. "That… was incredible."

I laughed. "Yeah, but your bed is soaked now," I said. I rolled over to face her.

"I don't even care," she said, kissing me. "It was worth it. The damage is done."

"In that case," I said, and I relaxed and let my pee dribble out of my cock and add to the puddle beneath us. She gasped and looked surprised but then smiled, extended her leg over me, and soon I could see a stream dribbling from between her legs, as well. We lay there and soaked the bed together, kissing and sighing.

I left after we relaxed together until the wet bed became uncomfortably cold. Before I left, she put her number in my phone, and I promised to call her.

In fact, after writing this to you, I feel the need to meet up with her again. Perhaps I'll have more stories for you later.

**Sophie** · February 24, 2021

Would it be okay if I post a story here about a rather innocent outdoor pee?

**Kupar** · February 24, 2021

The editor of Wet Carpet would be delighted to receive such a letter. It is the sort of thing that will appeal to the readership I'm sure.

**steve25805** · February 24, 2021

5 hours ago, Sophie said:

Would it be okay if I post a story here about a rather innocent outdoor pee?

As someone who started this thread a very long time ago now, by all means.

**Sophie** · February 24, 2021

This is a little longer than I was expecting, sorry!

Dear Wet Carpet Magazine,

My name is Lucy and I am a long time reader but first time writer to your fantastic publication. I want to share a story with you involving my friend, Grace, and myself. My first time answering the call of nature, in nature.
A couple of years ago I took some time off work and spent a week walking with Grace. I’m a city girl born and bred so this was something completely different for me, in thirty years I had never had the chance to walk through the countryside. I had driven through it, I had seen it in movies, but I had never experienced it myself.

It was a fairly nice day, low 20’s, a gentle breeze, perfect for walking. I really enjoyed myself, it was something so different to what I had experienced before, it was like I was on a different planet. I had done lots of reading on the internet on how to walk, and I over prepared. I had brought enough water with me for the both of us and I was happily chugging away at my bottle as we racked up the kilometres. Well what goes in must come out, and it wasn’t long before my bladder was complaining about being full.
“Erm Grace? I don’t suppose you know where some toilets are do you?”
“Toilets?” she laughed “We’re in the countryside Lucy. There are no toilets! You really are a city girl aren’t you.”
“But I need to pee. What am I supposed to do?” My city upbringing was really showing. I had never peed outside ever, not even on the roadside. My parents were strongly against me peeing anywhere other than the toilet, and I was instructed to hold it no matter what.
“Just squat and go, I’ll turn around if you want me to.”
“Just squat? Like right here?”
“Yeah, people do it all the time. Do you want me to go first?”
“No! No… it’s okay.” I don’t think I could wait for Grace to go first even if I wanted to, if I didn’t pull down my shorts soon, I’d be going into them and I think seeing her would be my breaking point. Taking a deep breath and trying to let go of my inhibitions I unbuttoned my shorts and slowly pulled them down as I got into a low squat right on the path we was walking along. My heart was racing, was I really about to do this? I felt so rebellious!
“There’s nobody coming is there?” I asked. I don’t know why, I already knew the answer. I guess I was stalling for time.
“Lucy… there’s nobody for miles. We haven’t seen a soul all afternoon. Just relax, it’s okay.”
I closed my eyes and tried to relax, telling myself I wasn’t going to get told off by my parents, telling myself to pee. Much to my surprise it took much less effort than I was expecting and it was only a few seconds before I started peeing, a quiet splashing coming from underneath me.
“I can’t believe I’m doing this!” I squealed, opening my eyes and looking at Grace.
“I’m going to make a country girl of you yet” she giggled, standing watching me with a big smile. My pee seemed to go on forever, the puddle trickling in front of me serving as a reminder of what I was doing.
“Wow, you really did need to go huh?” Grace giggled, reaching into her backpack for what I hoped was a pack of tissues. I couldn’t have been more wrong, it was a camera! “Say pees!” she said and I barely had enough time to cover my face before I heard it go off.
“Oh my gosh Grace! If I wasn’t semi naked I’d so tackle you right now!”
“Sorry…. I’m not deleting it though.”
My pee eventually slowed to drips and after a little shake I stood up, carefully pulling up my underwear and shorts. “Okay, your turn. AND I am taking a photo!”
“My turn? I don’t even need to pee Lucy. Not even a little”
I couldn’t believe her… we continued our walk with me feeling much more relieved and it was a couple of hours before she had her pee. I did get that photo though! Maybe next time.

Lucy

**hentaixt** · March 10, 2021

(4th Wall Break... I'm diverging from the standard format with this 1, pretty sure not a prob. after you read it.)

[Screen flickers and a loud] *POP* [Suddenly silence and the channel test pattern]

{Announcer voice}: Uh, Test? TEST? What, OH Sh- Tales of-from Wet Carpet Magazine: LIVE! Has been postponed due to technical issues caused by over-spray. (Under her breath: You all were watching..... you saw what happened...)

In its place we offer a new show for approval, remember to write to the station if you like what you see. As always address will be on-screen after the credits. We now present: Chick-Pee's Cooking.

[Screen goes black and fades into the new show. The title "Chick-Pee's Cooking is seen and some short intro music plays. When the title card leaves there is a TV kitchen with a single female behind the counter. She appears not very tall, her blonde hair in high short pig tails, she is very much nude aside from a frilly waist apron. Her Huge Perfect Teardrop breasts seem to be almost resting on the counter.]

Welcome to Chick-Pee's Cooking!! For my special 1st episode, I am going to show you how to cook a local favorite and an original recipe! Wok Fried Basmati Yellow Curry Rice Peelaf! [She shakes back and forth making her extreme large breast bounce. As her jiggling subsides, she grabs a breast in each hand and lifts them all the way to her chin.] As always, my cooking is Au Naturel, no hormones, chemicals, or bad players allowed. [She drops her breasts and they land with enough force to almost topple ingredients set out on the counter]. So here we go, we have:

Basmati Rice

Two Eggs

Your Veggies: Carrots, Onions, Green Onions, Red Peppers, and Pee-Peas (more on those in a minute) *WINK*

Garlic

Turmeric

Curry

Black Pepper

Soy Sauce

Chicken Broth (NON-GMO Free Range just like the eggs) *ANOTHER WINK*

and Butter [As the camera pans past the ingredients there is no time when her breasts are not the background and the camera pans from one side to the other of her bountiful cups.]

So, Let's get started. You want to put the rice in a pot with the curry, turmeric, half the garlic, 3/4 of your chicken stock and the secret ingredient; one full bladder of pee... or as I like to call it "LOVE." [Here she steps up on to a small stair and lifts her frilly apron showing off a blonde pubic bush in the shape of a heart. Without hesitation, she begins peeing a bright yellow gush, full force into the pot with all the other ingredients. Her stream wanes and she pushes out a few final drips.] Okay, get a lid on this and then just forget it for a bit. We will need to stir once just to make sure everything is mixed well, but that is much later. Next we start the pee-peas. *giggle* So our dried organic peas are ready to go in a pan of their own. Here you are going to add the rest of your chicken stock, the soy sauce, and another half a bladder of pee. [She once again steps up and begins urinating at high speed into the second pot, cutting her stream off after about fifteen seconds.]

{Internal Voice}: How does she have that much piss left? I just saw her empty herself less than five minutes ago... Movie magic, massive bladder... actually WHO CARE!!

Whoa, always a bit hard to cut it off that fast. *giggles again* [Breasts shake excessively as she pats her heart bush] Don't worry; the rest will come out soon. So get these on the heat to boil. While that is all going we need to get the vagetables... VEGetables, in the wok to sauté with the butter to get a nice GOLDEN color in the onions and throw the peppers and the rest of the garlic in to mix up the flavors. Trust me it'll be worth it.

It is going to frantic for a minute while we keep an eye on everything. Stir your rice and give it a nice whiff for that aroma, mmmhhh, you should be here. Look at that nice rich yellow tone, not sure the camera can really do it justice. The curry, turmeric, and piss really absorb and mix with the fragrance of the basmati; it's making me water everywhere. [She stuffs a hand under her apron and then brings it to her mouth to the lick the coated fingers.] Alright, now comes the fun part, strain your pee-peas, and toss those into the wok with those warm, supple vag- VEGetables. Now before we toss all this steamy rice in we need to scramble our eggs. [Here she actually crushes the eggs between her cleavage and lets it drop into the wok.] Be careful to avoid the shells. [She spoons all the broken bits from the inside of her deep valley and she does have two mostly intact shells.] Beat those eggs to a scrambled mess. [Her boobs are quaking with the furious motions.] Alright, get that beautiful rice in the wok... NOW! Get everything stirred up, you want to keep all in motion, don't let it stop for at least two minutes. Add a bit more butter, it will help all the flavors come out and you can get the black pepper in too, warming it will bring out more of the spice. By the time you got that in, get it all moving again. [Now she is throwing the rice up and over catching it in the wok perfectly while her breast rise and drop with each motion.] We are in the home stretch here; if things look a bit dry, add more pee but not too much. You want some of the rice to get crunchy and pick up the seasoning from the wok itself. I am going to put in just a squirt. [She places a heel on the counter and stands on the toes of her other foot while shifting her hips and spraying down the rice mix.] My favorite part! [Steam immediately erupts from the wok and wafts into her breasts, it is mostly trapped beneath but some does reach her nose, she inhales deeply.] AMAZING! I can't wait to taste this!! Off the heat we go... and onto the plate.

So here it is. Doesn't that look gorgeous? The smell is indescribable, so many different aromas melded together perfectly. So let's garnish with our green onions, I know y'all thought I forgot them. *WINK AGAIN* Presentation is key. Let's get a spoon and dig into this. [Hand under her apron again this time returns with a very slick covered spoon. She shoves it deeply into the pile, then after a few light blows at the steam, right into her mouth.] Once you make this, you too will know why it is such a crowd pleaser.

That's it for my Big Premiere Episode! Let the studio have all the love and maybe I'll be back again, FULL TIME. Until then... [She lifts her apron and holds a glass under her slit, it rapidly fills and overflows onto the floor and a large puddle forms around her feet, after more than a minute the flow ends abruptly. She lifts the glass and downs all of it in a single go.] AHHH~~ stay refreshed!

[Camera begins to pan out as she waves good-bye; she lifts one of her massive breasts and milks it into the glass, quickly filling half of it. As the credits start to play you hear her say:] Just a preview for next time, Breast Milk Cheesecake. [She lifts the glass to drink.]

[Screen goes black and the announcer is heard again with the address card for the studio.] As the lovely lady said, send your love notes here to the studio to see her back on the air again. I know I will!

Edited March 11, 2021 by hentaixt

**Kupar** · March 10, 2021

Dear Wet Carpet

Can any of your readers help me? I am worried I might be developing unnatural desires, and I have been getting very confused. I don’t know if I’m normal, or whether I need specialist help. Then I found your magazine online. It’s so difficult for me to write to you, but I hope that someone will be able to reassure me.

It started about three weeks ago. I was working from home – yeah, me and, like, the whole world! I’ve been finding it really hard to concentrate without colleagues around me, and my mind has been wandering. But it’s been wandering to some weird places.

I’m 30, single and I live on my own and it’s almost as if I’ve been thinking “what’s the point?” about a few things in my life. I can’t go out and have a drink with friends, and I don’t engage with my work. There’s no prospect of a vacation, and I just feel listless sitting here at my dining table with the computer in front of me, staring out of the window.

I reckon what happened was that I was in one of my ‘down’ moods about everything, and I needed a pee, and I thought “I just can’t even be bothered to get up out of this chair to go to the toilet”. Of course, I did – and it was a good job, because I was bursting! I must have peed for a minute!

But when I got back to the table and sat down I kept imagining what would have happened if I’d just peed where I was, soaking my panties and skirt, and letting the pee cover the chair and drip on to the carpet. There’s only me here – it wouldn’t really have mattered, would it? I don’t understand why, but the thought of it was giving me a bit of a tingly feeling… but then I had to answer an incoming Skype call from my boss, and that jolted me back to reality pretty quickly.

But as I sat in my chair through the afternoon, I just couldn’t shake off the idea that I needed to try peeing at my “desk” – just for something different from the monotony of Zoom meetings and clock-watching. I began to wonder about other things I could do here on my own with no-one watching. It wouldn’t have to be limited to wetting myself on the chair. I could be much wilder than that. I could climb up on to the table, pull my panties to one side and just pee! I’ve never even done that outside before! Or I could go in a vase, then throw my pee all round the room. I tell you – this boredom is really getting to me.

So what should I do? I don’t know if I really have the courage to try any of these things, but the thoughts just won’t go away. Please help!

Belinda

x

Edited March 10, 2021 by Kupar
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**muffinhuntr** · March 12, 2021

Dear Wet Carpet,

My wife did something the other day that absolutely shocked me. She knows how much I enjoy women pissing and how aroused I get when she lets me watch her pee in the toilet, which is few and far between. I was sitting in my favorite chair, reading the paper, when she walks into the living room stark naked holding a giant goblet. I dropped the paper and was wondering what the hell she was doing. She put the goblet between her legs and up against her pussy and started to pee. And pee. And pee. She must have been holding a long time because the goblet held two quarts of liquid and it was rapidly filling. Her deep sigh of relief told the story, but she didn't say a word. Finally her stream weakened and she shook the last drops into the container which I could see was over a quarter full.

I said "Hon what-" but she put her finger to her lips and beckoned me into the bathroom, with me removing my clothes as we went. She stepped into the shower, took the goblet and, after giving me a sly smile, started spilling the contents over herself. She poured the pee slowly over her head, wetting her hair and letting it drip down her face, licking at it as the warm liquid dribbled into her mouth and down her cheeks. She kept pouring on her chest, over tits and down her legs while I warched the yellow liquid spill over her pussy and stream down her thighs.

My dick was a bar of iron when she said "Your turn, aim for the sweet spot." She held her pussy open for me and I tried, but my dick was so hard it took me a while to manage a weak stream that hit her clit. She giggled and took me by my stiff rod to the bedroom where she already had a towel on the bed. I fell on top of her and we fucked like never before, her pee covered body turning me into a lust crazed maniac. After a short rest, we made love, slowly, lovingly, wonderfully until we both climaxed together.

I have tried to talk about it with her, but she won't acknowledge me, only smiling that inscrutable smile which can mean anything. I know she enjoyed it almost as much as I did and I would love to do it again, but she just goes about her business. We have had plain vanilla sex since, hoever it was nothing like the raw unbridled fucking we had with her peeing.

My question is, how can I get her to do it again?

Free to Pee, you and me.

**hentaixt** · March 14, 2021

So can I just say, like Uber cars are the best. Seriously, where else can you take a piss on the way to somewhere and not have to do ANY cleanup? It's super easy to do too, you just wander around drinking until you get the urge, pull 1 up and wait for them to arrive. Sit in the back behind the driver (smaller cars are better), calmly enjoy your nice ride, and like 2 min before you're dropped off, hose down the back of the seat. You have to be super careful and know how much you need to go though. I've had to cut and run 'cause I almost got caught before. I swear it couldn't be easier for a girl to do! You all need to do it too, super fun. I pee EVERY. TIME. and I've even done it with the same drivers before. In fact, I think I'm going to call 1 right now. I don't even have anywhere I need to be, but I sure as hell need to "GO"!

**wetwulf** · March 15, 2021

Dear Wet Carpet,

I think I may have inadvertently broken (or fixed?) my mother. After her and my father split up, she called me and asked if she could stay with me until she found an apartment or something. Of course I agreed. She arrived a few days later with some suitcases of clothes and a poor attempt at a smile to hide her grief. I hugged her and welcomed her in.

"You look like you need a drink," I said and started walking to the kitchen.

"Bring the whole bottle," Mom said.

We sat in the front room talking about what happened, and although Mom was hesitant to speak badly of my father, I assured her and encouraged her to just be honest and tell me everything. It turns out their marriage had been falling apart slowly but surely for the past few years, and even both of them had been seeing other people in anticipation that it would only be a matter of time. Mom said there was no screaming or fighting when she finally decided to leave. They both just looked at each other, and Mom told him, "I think I should go. This just… isn't working anymore." Dad had nodded and said that maybe she was right.

She started crying as she told me this, all the while sipping her wine, draining it, refilling her glass, sipping, draining, repeat. After three glasses, she was slurring her words and nearly sobbing. I started to feel the need to pee, but I didn't want to leave her alone in this condition.

"I'm so sorry, Mom," I said and put a hand on her leg.

"It's not your fault, sweetie," she said. I felt a wave of pressure and squeezed my legs together as I tried not to think about it. "We just… grew apart, and I couldn't do it anymore." Another wave, and I couldn't stop from squirming to hold it back. "I still love him, which is why it hurts so much, but I'm helpless to do anything about it." I sat up straight, trying my best to keep from soaking my jeans but not doing a very good job. "Sweetie, are you okay?" Mom asked.

"I just…," I said, wincing, "I really need to pee. I've been holding it since you got here."

"Well don't let me keep you," Mom said. "Go!" I swear I really did intend to run to the bathroom, but my bladder had other plans. As soon as I stood up, I felt a strong spurt soak the crotch of my panties, and I gasped.

"I'm not gonna make it! I'm so sorry, Mom!" I stood there and relaxed as my entire bladder emptied into my panties and jeans right in front of my mom. I also couldn't stifle a moan and a gasp as the soothing, wet warmth enveloped my crotch, darkening the crotch and legs of my blue jeans. I could hear it hissing as I peed fully, enjoying the warm feeling of my pee soaking my pussy and running down my legs. I could feel some of it pooling on my carpet at my bare feet as I sighed with relief.

"My goodness!" Mom said. "You really did have to go." She looked at me wide-eyed with surprise.

"I'm so sorry, Mom," I said. "I just couldn't make it."

"Now you're making me have to go," she said. I looked at her, and I don't know if it was the wine or because I was so turned on from soaking myself, but a naughty idea occurred to me.

"You could just go here if you want, Mom. The floor is already wet."

"No, I couldn't," Mom said. "It just wouldn't be proper."

"Mom, this is my house. What do I care if you're proper or not?"

"I don't know," Mom said. "I haven't done anything like that in years." That comment caught me off guard because I had never even considered that my mother had ever wet herself, maybe when she was a little girl, but she didn't say that.

"It's okay, Mom, I promise. My carpet is already wet now, and…." I hesitated to say the next part, but I felt it was too late to take it back now. "It's not the first time." I could feel my face get red, and I couldn't look directly at my mother.

"Anna Renee, you naughty girl," she said. When I looked up at her, she had her arms crossed but was smiling. Then she suddenly gasped and put her hands between her legs. "Oooh! Almost lost it there."

"Mom, if you really need to go, just go. I don't mind, really."

"I…," she said, biting her lip, "oh, okay. I don't think I could make it anyway." I tried to hide my smile of delight as my mother stood up straight. She started to fumble with the snaps on her pants, and I thought maybe she was going to take them off and squat right over my living room carpet. "Oh, screw it," she said. "You made it look so fun. And I can't hold it anymore. Oh!"

As I watched with surprise and awe, my mother took her hands away and stood still as the crotch of her gray leggings darkened and a hissing sound filled the room. "Ohhhh! I can't believe I'm pissing my pants! Oh my god!" The hissing grew louder and the wetness in her crotch spread down her legs as my mother moaned and sighed. "Oh this feels so… good. Oh!" Her moans became whines, and I continued to watch as it became obvious that in addition to soaking her panties and pants, my mom was also having an orgasm.

She finally stopped peeing and looked almost like she was about to faint. "You okay, Mom?" I asked.

"Yes!" she said, very enthusiastically. "Better than okay. That was amazing!" We laughed as we both removed our soaked clothes. "That felt so good," my mother said. She continued to talk about how incredible it felt and even blushed as she admitted that it had turned her on and that she had a small orgasm. I grinned, knowingly.

After dropping some towels down onto the wet spot on the carpet changing into pajamas (sleep shorts and matching cami top for me and a nightgown for Mom) we decided to spend some time relaxing in the living room watching Netflix. About 45 minutes into a show, my mother was moving around and squirming in the recliner.

"Do you need to pee again?" I asked, with a joking suspicious tone in my voice.

"I do," she said, and put her hands between her legs. "Can I…?" I laughed out loud.

"Of course," I said. I swear my mom giggled like a schoolgirl and scooted her shapely bottom to the edge of the recliner, sliding her nightgown up as she did. I watched as she slid her panties down her legs and tossed them to the side. Then she spread her legs and sighed. Immediately a messy spray of pee squirted out of her and splashed onto the carpet. Mom was watching herself pee, her mouth open with obvious pleasure.

"Ohhh, wow," she moaned. As I watched, I couldn't ignore the tingle and dampness in my pussy. I tried to discreetly slip a couple of my fingers through the crotch of my pajama shorts and panties, feeling the obvious slickness of my pussy. "My goodness, I'm still peeing," Mom said and giggled. I rubbed my wet slit and watched her pee stream as it weakened a little but was still splashing from her crotch to the carpet.

Mom looked up at me, still dribbling pee, and it was obvious she knew exactly what I was doing. I expected her to be shocked, but instead she smiled, and as her pee flow ended I saw her own hand go to her naked crotch and start rubbing. This set me over the edge, and I gasped as my orgasm built. Soon, Mom was panting and gasping as well, and as I cried out she echoed my cries while we both climaxed.

As my orgasm subsided, I felt the need to pee, and in maybe another attempt to surprise (or corrupt) my mom, I just let it out. It dribbled out of me and soaked into the couch cushion, warming my bottom. I sighed to show my relief and pleasure.

"Oh my," my mother said. "Okay then." To my surprise, she scooted her bare bottom back onto the recliner and looked down at her crotch as another slow dribble of pee seeped quietly out of her and into the cushion. "Mmm. That feels nice." It didn't last long, but my mom was clearly enjoying the soothing warm feeling of peeing in the chair.

After we composed ourselves, we decided maybe it was time for bed. I changed out of my wet shorts and put on some dry panties. My mother decided to stay bottomless. Since I live alone, I only have one bed. Out of courtesy, I suggested maybe I could sleep on the couch, but Mom wouldn't abide by that. "Nonsense," she said. "We've slept together before, so as long as your bed can fit us both, I don't mind."

We climbed into the bed together. I took the side closest to the wall and Mom took the side near the door. While it was a little strange, there was also something comforting about having my mother in my bed with me. We talked until both of us became groggy, and then we said good night and were soon asleep.

I woke up to a sound in my room, like someone moving around. I felt in the bed next to me and realized my mother wasn't there. Then I heard a soft hissing and a pattering sound. In the dim light of my room, I could see my mom, her back to me, squatting over my bedroom floor, her nightgown lifted out of the way and her round, bare ass hovering just over the carpet, as a shiny stream of pee fell quietly to the floor.

As I watched her, I felt a need to pee, as well. I carefully and quietly slid my panties off and then scooted my bottom to the edge of the bed until I could feel my butt cheeks touching the wall. Then I just let go, letting my pee splash silently against the wall to run down under my bed. My mother finished peeing, and when she crawled back into bed without saying a word, my pee was still dribbling out of me and against the wall, and she had no idea. Mom started snoring lightly, and as soon as my pee flow ended, I drifted back to sleep, as well.

When I woke up to sunlight peeking, my mom wasn't in the bed with me. I could hear sounds coming from my kitchen and assumed she was probably making coffee. I sat up just enough to see the faint wet stain on my carpet where my mom had pissed on it that night, but I noticed that it also looked freshly wet. Had she peed there again after waking up this morning? I smiled at the though.

Sitting up, I could feel my own morning need to pee. I thought about getting up and just squatting over the already wet carpet, but as I sat there a long thought of but never acted on fantasy crept into my mind. What if I just sat there and wet my bed? It's my bed, after all, and if my mother found out and said anything, I could simply tell her I couldn't make it out of the bed in time or that it must have happened in my sleep. But after everything that had happened last night, maybe I would just tell her the truth.

As a wave of pressure struck, I decided to just relax and enjoy this moment. I pulled the covers away so I could not just feel but see what was about to happen. My stomach was fluttering with excitement as I looked down between my legs. I was still naked from the waist down, so I spread my legs, sighed, and let go. It started with a shy dribble, but I could feel it trickling down my slit, to my butt crack, and then to the bed beneath me. Soon, though, it became a full stream, and I watched open-mouthed as I peed fully into my bed, feeling it splash my inner thighs and soaking the sheet. It pooled at my crotch before slowly soaking through the sheet and into my mattress, which would never be the same after this, but I didn't care. I moaned as I breathed out and fully emptied my bladder into my bed.

I was still peeing when the door to my room opened, and my mother walked in. "Breakf--," she tried to say but then stopped and stared at me wide-eyed. I couldn't have stopped peeing if I'd tried, so I just gasped and looked at her, still peeing a soft flow into the bed.

"Anna Renee!" Mom said, but again she sounded more surprised than upset. "You're pissing in your bed!" I could feel my face reddening, but I still continued peeing, feeling it dribble down my slit again.

"I am," I said. "I'm sorry, Mom, but I've wanted to do this for so long, and… ohhh." I sighed as just a little bit more pee trickled out of me, warming my bottom even more. "Mmm… after last night and after seeing how comfortable you seem to be with it, I just… ohhh… I couldn't resist." Mom tilted her head and smiled, and she also seemed curious as she looked down at the stain as the last of my pee trickled into the bed.

"Does it feel good?" Mom asked.

"Mmm, yes." I said. I was finished, and now I was just enjoying the warm wetness beneath me. Without saying anything, my mother pulled the covers away from the corner of my bed and then lifted her nightgown. She was still naked from the waist down, as well, and she sat her bare ass on the corner of my bed and scooted back so that her ass and pussy were both up on the bed, but her legs were hanging over the side. She looked at me and bit her lip and still seemed hesitant. "It's okay, Mom. Just relax and let it go."

She smiled and then looked down between her legs as she exhaled. Right away a messy spray of pee splashed out of her, soaking the bed and creating a stain that spread and slowly absorbed into the bed. "Oh! Oh my! Ohhhhh!" Mom stared at the spreading stain, her mouth open as she moaned with pleasure. "Oh my god it's so warm and wet. Mmmm!"

"I told you," I said. As I watched her, I again felt an urge to touch myself, and I didn't resist it. I started to rub my wet slit and tease my clit as my mom sat there peeing into the corner of my bed. Mom saw me, but her expression of pleasure didn't change as she continued to pee. She started moving her hips just enough that her bare pussy was rubbing against the soaking wet stain beneath her. She was still peeing in bursts, so every time she moved her hips backwards, she squirted a fresh spurt of pee into the bed.

"Oh! I can't believe I'm… making… such a mess, but ohhhhh this feels too good to stop."

"It's okay, Mom," I said. "Just let go and enjoy yourself." As I said this, I moaned and started rubbing more vigorously, and at the same time my mom started moving her hips more and was pressing her pussy deeper into the bed. Our moans became pants. As my orgasm started, I knew it would be a hard one, and I didn't care anymore. I screamed, closed my eyes, and let my climax overtake me as I shoved my fingers into my pussy and bucked my hips against them. I could hear my mom screaming, as well.

"Oh god! Oh, I'm gonna cum all over your bed!" I opened my eyes to see that my mom had lifted her bottom just enough to shove her fingers into her pussy. As she screamed and moaned, I stared in awe as she squirted into my bed, soaking it even more. She removed her fingers and sat her big ass back down in the wetness before slumping back and laying along the foot of the bed. "Holy shit, that was incredible," she said. "I think you've broken me."

"Or fixed you," I said, smiling.

"Anna Renee, you naughty girl," she said.

I have more stories to tell about how much my mom changed after that night and how I changed, as well, but this letter has already been long enough, so perhaps another time.

Anna

**Valenta** · March 15, 2021

This was amazing. Hope there will be more parts

**wetwulf** · March 16, 2021

5 hours ago, Valenta said:

This was amazing. Hope there will be more parts

Working on the next part and hope to have it up by tomorrow. I'm glad you enjoyed it.

**wetwulf** · March 19, 2021

Dear Wet Carpet,

I want to thank those of you who commented or messaged me asking for more stories about my mother and me and our peeing experiences. If you haven't read my previous letter yet, go back and read that one, and this one will make more sense. If you loved my last letter, I hope you enjoy this one, as well, because there is a lot to share.

To say that my mother's mood and behavior changed dramatically after her first night at my place would be an understatement. I had never seen her so happy, and it began to occur to me how miserable she must have really been with my dad and how they both just faked it. I'm not saying all my mom's problems were solved by some peeing and some masturbation, but it's like she seemed more… set free, for lack of a better term. Like she had been liberated from something that was holding her back from being happy. She also became a little bit more risky and more open about it with me.

We both had to work the day where my last letter left off. About an hour into work, I got a text from Mom that said:

"Coffee is going right through me. I need to go pee, but the bathroom is downstairs from my office."

I texted back: "Well, what choice do you have? You can't pee in an office with other people around!"

"I know," she replied. "I considered it, though. Guess I'll just get up and go."

I responded with a thumbs up and didn't hear anything from her for a bit. Then about fifteen minutes later my phone rang.

"You'll never believe what just happened," my mom said.

"Please tell me you didn't get caught pissing yourself," I replied.

"I did not," she said, "but almost." She giggled and then explained. As soon as she sent her last text message she had stayed at her desk and tried to hold her pee a little longer. When she finally felt she should go soon or have an accident, she stood up, and as soon as she did a small spurt leaked into her panties. "I almost sat right back down because I thought for sure it was coming out," Mom said. "And it would have been better to piss myself sitting at my office chair than standing up where everyone could see." She managed to stop her pee, though, and hold it long enough to walk out of her office and to the stairwell. "That's when it got really bad," Mom said. As soon as she stepped into the stairwell, another wave hit her and she gasped and could feel another warm spurt in her panties. She sort of shuffle walked down the first set of stairs, feeling tiny dribbles down her legs. "I got to that first landing, and I just knew my bladder was done," she said. "I wasn't going to make it another step without pissing myself." Mom said she desperately looked up and down the stairs in hopes that no one was coming as she pulled her panties aside and dropped into a half squat and sprayed a strong stream of piss that splashed loudly against the wall behind her and trickled down to the concrete floor.

Mom knew as soon as she started emptying her bladder that it would be a mess and that if anyone entered the stairwell there would be no hiding what had happened. "But… this kind of turned me on," Mom said. I smiled because I knew exactly what she meant. Having peed in public several times myself, I knew the thrill of almost getting caught.

As soon as the pressure in her bladder had been relieved, Mom said she got the heck out of there and ran to the bathroom. "My legs and feet were a little wet from the splash, and there was a small wet spot on my panties, too. I thought about taking them off, but I was also turned on by the idea of wearing wet panties all day without anyone knowing."

Mom said while she was in the bathroom, she sat on the toilet because she knew there was more pee, and another naughty idea occurred to her. "I was thinking about when we peed in your living room and how I scooted to the edge of the chair and just let it out." Mom said she scooted her big bottom to the edge of the toilet seat and emptied her bladder onto the bathroom floor, enjoying the relief and the splashing sound it made as it fell from her pussy to the floor. Then she said she had to rub herself, and because she was already so excited it didn't take long for her to have a quiet but satisfying orgasm.

"So what have you been up to?" Mom asked. Unfortunately, my day consisted of work, work, and more work. Unlike my mother, I was surrounded by people all day, and the bathroom is located literally fifteen steps away from my cubicle. Although there is some chance I could have gotten away with a secret pee since I am mostly hidden behind my cubicle, but my coworkers are so close on each side and even across from me that I would be afraid to risk it. "Bummer," Mom said.

"Yeah," I said. "But maybe I'll get lucky and my day will get better once my shift is over."

"Well, if it happens before I see you this evening, you'll have to tell me all about it." I agreed to tell her and hung up so I could get back to work. A few hours later, near the end of my shift, I got another text.

"Had to pee just a little bit and decided to try something." Shortly after receiving this text, I got another one that said, "Delete immediately" with a photo of the crotch of my mom's panties with an obvious wet spot on her panties and her office chair. I stared wide-eyed for a few seconds and then obediently deleted the photo. The memory of that image stuck in my mind, though, and it excited me and reminded me of my own growing need.

I am usually able to hold my bladder between my lunch break and the end of my shift, but not without difficulty. Most of the time I grab my stuff, leave my desk, and rush into the bathroom before taking the long walk to my car, which is parked in the parking garage next to our building. This day, I had an idea, and it was a risky one. Even though I really had to pee, I skipped the bathroom trip, grabbed my belongings, and walked out of the office.

I was on the elevator with five other people when a wave of pressure hit my bladder. I felt a small spurt dampen the crotch of my panties, and even though I was wearing black leggings, my heart was beating from the fear that if I had an accident right now, everyone in this elevator would know. The idea also excited me, but I honestly could not risk someone reporting such a thing to my supervisors.

So I did my best to hold on longer. It took a lot of self control to hold my pee during the entire elevator ride and then to shuffle as inconspicuously as possible out to my car. As soon as I saw my car, I pushed the key fob to unlock the doors and walked even faster. I swear it was like my body mistook my car for a bathroom because as soon as I reached it, my bladder gave up and I felt my panties fill with warm pee. I didn't even look around to see if anyone could see me as I just gave up, stood next to my car, and emptied my bladder. It flowed out of me with a loud hiss as it filled my panties and trickled warmly down my legs. I sighed and had to put a hand on my car to support myself from the wave of relief and pleasure. I peed for at least a minute before I heard voices and finally snapped back to reality.

I quickly opened my car door and hopped in, not even thinking about my now wet bottom and if it would ruin my car seat. Once I was seated, though, I could already feel the seat getting wet under me. "Dammit," I said. "Well, can't do anything about it now." I started my car and sat for a moment, feeling the wetness beneath me. I reached in my purse and took out my phone and called my mother.

"Hello!" she said, sounding very cheerful.

"So I just pissed my pants in the parking garage," I said. Mom gasped.

"Did anyone see you?" she asked.

"I don't think so," I said. "But I heard someone coming, so I hopped in my car without thinking, and now my seat is wet." Mom burst into laughter.

"Oops," she said and laughed again. "I mean I guess the good news is the seats are dark."

"Yeah, and…." I got quiet because I felt a slight wave of pressure again. "Since the damage is already done… ahhhhhh." My mother gasped again.

"Are you peeing in your car?" she asked.

"I am," I said, sighing and laughing with pleasure as the last dribbles soaked through my panties and pants and into the already wet car seat.

"You naughty girl," Mom said. "You're making me have to pee now."

"Where are you?" I asked. Now that I had finished peeing, I backed my car out of my parking space and started the drive out of the parking garage.

"I'm still at the office," she said. "Almost everyone has left for the day, at least in my department."

"You're really thinking about doing it, aren't you?" I said. My mom giggled, and I could hear that joy in her laughter, and it made my heart soar.

"I am," she said. "I just don't know how I'm going to do it yet." I heard her suck air in through her teeth. "I need to decide quickly, though, or I'll just be pissing myself right here." I could hear Mom walking around and assumed she was either looking for a place to pee or was checking to see if anyone was around. Maybe both?

"What are you doing?" I asked. At the bottom of the parking garage, I stopped at the stoplight and relaxed as another short burst of pee warmed my bottom.

"There's this old storage room," Mom said, "where they've been putting the old furniture and stuff." The light turned green, and I stopped peeing. I heard a creaking sound that must have been my mom opening a door. "Here we go," she said. "Oh wow, so many chairs and desks and even a sofa!" She giggled.

"Mom, are you sure that's a good idea?" I asked.

"No one ever comes in here," she said, "or at least no one important." Then I heard her gasp. "Holy shit, Anna, there's a wet spot on one of these office chairs!"

"Really?"

"Yes!" Mom said. "And it's… it's not an old one! And there are some wet spots on the floor!"

"That means someone else at your office is a pee freak," I said, laughing.

"I told you the bathroom is all the way downstairs. Someone else must hate making the trip down there and found a solution. Oooh!"

"What?" I asked.

"I just about pissed myself just now," Mom said. "I need to find somewhere to go right now! Oooh, I know! I've always wanted to do this."

"Do what?" I asked. "I want to know!"

"So impatient," she said and giggled. "I'm sitting up on top of one of the desks. Oh! The top is cold on my bottom!" She laughed. "Okay, I'm just gonna spread my legs and go. Ahhhhhh." I could hear a spraying and dribbling sound. "Ohhhh, it's puddling between my legs and then running down off the edge of the desk." Mom sighed, and then the dribbling sound stopped and I heard her moving again.

"What are you doing now?" I asked.

"Remember how great you said it felt to piss into your sofa?" she asked.

"I do." I came to another stoplight, and this time I put my car in park and then slid my leggings and panties down just enough to feel my bare ass and pussy against the wet fabric of my seat.

"Well, I'm about to find out, too," Mom said. "I'm just going to sit on this sofa and piss into it through my panties."

"Mmmm," was all I could say in response as another dribble of pee seeped out of me and directly into my car seat.

"Oh, here it comes," Mom said. "Oh! Oh my god! Mmmm! It feel so good and so naughty. Ohhhh, shit, Anna." Mom's moans became gasps, and I could tell even through the phone that she was moving her hips, rubbing her soaked panties and pussy against the wet cushion. "Oh god, I'm gonna come!" I heard her try her best to stifle a scream. I wanted so badly to touch myself, but I was worried my orgasm would be too much to drive carefully, so I had to settle for moving my ass just enough to feel the wet seat against my ass and pussy.

"Ohh, Anna," my mom said. "I'm sorry to tell you this, but I don't think your couch is ever going to be dry because if it feels this good, I will be peeing on it soon." I laughed, causing another small spurt of pee to sleep into my car seat.

"And I will probably join you," I said.

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