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Another note, I wonder if the group of girls in the same theater heard or even saw what the 2 of them were doing, and if they had naughty pees and masturbation sessions of their own. That would be amazing on its own. Maybe they follow the 2 of them and introduce themselves... might it even be Kiki and her peeing friends? Small world, lol.

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20 hours ago, cjm3rcl1n3 said:

Another note, I wonder if the group of girls in the same theater heard or even saw what the 2 of them were doing, and if they had naughty pees and masturbation sessions of their own. That would be amazing on its own. Maybe they follow the 2 of them and introduce themselves... might it even be Kiki and her peeing friends? Small world, lol.

I like that idea. (Or you could write a chapter from their perspective. Hearing Anna and her mother then deciding to be naughty too.) 😜

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This was intended for the five-sentence short form thread, but I guess it actually fits here better:

Rachel ducks out of the team bus, leaving behind the drained iced pineapple matcha cup she’s been sipping at ever since they left Des Moines, and dashes over to the first source of semi-privacy she sees – a sun-beat non-name cola vending machine situated off to the side of what she’s sure must be the only service station for a hundred miles.

She takes the briefest moment to glance around for potential onlookers, and when satisfied that no one is watching,  hurriedly tugs her volleyball shorts and then her low-cut cotton thong down to around her knees and exposes her nineteen-year-old outie cunt and postage stamp of dark brown pubic hair to the desert. Starts pissing just a little too soon and accidentally gets a little bit on her thong before it’s all the way down. She’s not too concerned about that though; mostly she’s just glad to finally relieve herself after five desperate hours spent on their bus. Excreted pineapple tea goes everywhere across the dust.

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3 minutes ago, rochauthrowaway said:

Five sentences, again.

 

Hannah hurries through the Christmas village, utterly desperate to relieve herself after drinking maybe a little too much hot cider at the party she just left. Fuck, she squirms, suddenly feeling a thimbleful of something warm rush into her panties; definitely a lot too much cider.

Eventually, she comes across snowman caught in a kaleidoscopic array of lights and falling snow. Unable to wait another moment, she ducks behind the snowman, lowers her black yoga pants and lace g-string down to around her knees so that Frosty gets an unobstructed view of her anus and unshaved twenty-three-year-old cunt, and immediately lets loose. She tries her best not to make a mess, but it gets everywhere regardless; the snowman’s coat gets absolutely drenched in her piss, and then she starts squirting urine onto the hem of his scarf, and a moment later she’s turned him into an island in a sea of steaming yellow.

@rochauthrowaway - I moved your post, I'm thinking you meant to post it to https://peefans.com/topic/18600-short-form-porn/page/5/?tab=comments#comment-273341

(Usually the Wet Carpet Magazine are fictional letters to the imaginary magazine).

 

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On 8/12/2021 at 1:00 PM, wetwulf said:

Dear Wet Carpet,

Hello! It's Anna again. I'm sorry it's been so long since my last letter, but the good news is that once I finish telling you about my wetting experiences with my mother at the shopping plaza, I will have more wonderfully erotic stories to tell you. 

Anyway, where I last left off we had just left the movie theater and boarded the bus to ride to another part of the plaza. Since we had just peed while waiting for the bus, not much happened until near the end of the bus ride to the other side of the plaza. Mom and I were sitting next to each other in the very back of the bus. There were about three other people on the bus, not including the driver, so I think we were both being cautious. However, as the bus slowed to a stop and the other three people stood up, I heard my mom sigh, followed by a very soft dribbling sound. I knew she was peeing as discretely as she could through her skirt and into the soft cushioned seat.

I just smiled at her because I didn't have to pee yet. I was trying to hold it a little longer, hoping to feel some desperation and the pleasure of releasing it after holding for a while. We exited the bus and walked out towards one of the steak restaurants near the plaza entrance. We had both spotted this place on the way in because it had outdoor seating, and since the weather was nice we figured it would be perfect for what we had in mind. The hostess smiled when we told her we wanted a table outside and escorted us to a corner table along the edge of the building.

"Look," Mom said as soon as our hostess left us. I followed her gaze down to the patterned mats that were under each table, presumably to make it easier to clean spills. I giggled.

"Good, because these seats sure as hell won't absorb anything." The chairs were wrought iron with a meshed pattern, and I knew if either of us wet ourselves while sitting here, our pee would just drip directly through the chair. But we were blocked from anyone walking by in the plaza, and there was no one else in the outdoor eating area.

A few minutes after we sat, our server arrived. She was a cute and energetic plus-sized girl with red hair and shapely breasts. Her name tag said SHANNON. "Well, people don't usually request the outside seats," she said. 

"We're special," Mom said. I could feel my face redden. Mom winked at me when the server wasn't looking. My heart skipped a beat because I had no idea what she planned to do. "It's embarrassing, really," Mom said. I bit my lip in worry. "As I've gotten older, I have a little trouble controlling my bladder." I could feel my face getting even hotter. What was she doing? "And I know, I could ask for a seat near the bathroom, but sometimes that isn't close enough and I still don't make it. I just don't want to have an accident inside, you know?" I held my breath and stared at both of them, anxiously waiting to see what the server might say or do.

"Oh, sweetheart, I get it," she said. My eyes widened as she leaned closer to my mother. "I just had twins a few months ago, and they messed my bladder all up." I couldn't believe what I was hearing. "Sometimes when I have to work long shifts and this place gets busy, I get caught short."

"My goodness, I can imagine," Mom said. "What do you do then?" Mom asked.

"Mom," I said, feeling like this question was too far. But Shannon just giggled and smiled. "Well, let's just say the floor next to the drink station behind the bar is usually wet, so…." My jaw dropped. "And…," Heather started to say but paused, then continued, "let's just say you're sitting in the right section. Outside, I mean." Mom glanced over at me and smiled. I couldn't believe what I had heard, but my stomach was also knotting up with the thought of what Shannon was implying. "Now, what will you ladies have?" she asked. 

We ordered our drinks and food, and as soon as Shannon walked away I stared at my mother. "I can't believe you did that," I said.

"Well, now that we know we have nothing to worry about," Mom said, and then she sighed, and seconds later I heard the sound of pee falling quietly from her chair to the rug beneath the table. I glanced down and realized that other than the clear drops falling from her chair, nothing else was showing. The rug was a dark color, so the drops of pee just soaked right into it.

"You're getting so much bolder," I said, laughing. 

"It's your fault," Mom said. I just shrugged. Soon, Shannon came with our drinks and smiled at both of us. Mom looked at her and grinned. "Well, you were right." Heather looked confused for a moment.. "This was a good place to sit," Mom said. Shannon's eyes widened, but she was smiling as she looked down.

"Well then," Shannon said. And this is the part you may find hard to believe, but as soon as she said this we heard a hissing sound, and both Mom and I could see a trickle of pee fall from under Shannon's skirt. "Guess I won't need to wait until I get to the drink station." She sighed as the trickle became a steady flow that ran down her legs, dripped off her ankles, and all but disappeared into the rug. The best part about this was that no one knew what she was doing other than my mother and me. "I'll go see about your food," Shannon said, and then she walked away.

"I think we found a new friend," Mom said. I laughed and then gasped as I felt a small wave of pressure in my bladder. I hadn't peed since before we got on the bus, but I still wanted to hold on until I couldn't stand it anymore. "She's cute, don't you think?" Mom asked. I raised my eyebrows. "Oh, come on, you think I don't know you're attracted to women, too?"

"I mean… yeah. She's cute," I said. I was now to the point of clenching my legs together.

"What are you doing?" Mom asked. "If you need to pee then just pee." Then my mother gasped and smiled at me. "You naughty girl. You're holding it until you're desperate, aren't you?" I bit my lip and nodded. Another wave of pressure hit me, and I hissed and clenched my legs tighter. I knew I would be soaking my black leggings very soon.

Soon Shannon came back around, carrying a pitcher of water and smiling at us. "Just checked on your food, and it shouldn't be long," she said. Then she leaned over and poured water into my mom's glass. The sound of the water splashing into the glass was too much, and I started to squirt into my leggings. I had to stifle a squeal, but there was no hiding my red face and the sound of my pee splashing through the chair and onto the rug. Shannon looked at me, still smiling, and I could tell she knew. "You obviously need a refill," she said and then giggled and winked at me as she poured water into my glass. I couldn't hold it anymore, so I just moaned and let go completely. My warm pee hissed through my leggings, soaking my inner thighs and splashing through the chair to the rug below. "I'll be back with your food," Shannon said, and then she walked away.

Mom stared at me, open-mouthed. "You really just sat there and peed yourself while she watched!" she said. I couldn't answer at first because I was feeling something I hadn't felt in a while. My mother wasn't wrong that I had also been attracted to women but had sort of neglected that part of myself when I met my ex. I loved him, but when things started to fall apart, there was part of me that wondered if I had been neglecting something or trying to deny some aspect of me that was always beneath the surface. All I knew was that after wetting myself in front of Shannon, I felt very flustered and befuddled… and also very horny.

Shannon soon returned with our food. I could hardly make eye contact with her as she smiled and set my plate of food in front of me. My mother was the one who broke the tension. "So," Mom said. "This looks delicious. Thank you."

"Oh, you're welcome," Shannon said.

"And I have a question," my mother said. Shannon looked at her, still smiling. "It's rather personal, so I'll understand if you don't answer me, and we can just eat our food, leave you a generous tip, and go on about our lives." Shannon looked concerned, but she also seemed curious.

"Okay?" Shannon said.

"Well," Mom continued, "you said you have twins. Are you married?" I could feel my face get flushed again. 

"No, I'm not married," Shannon said. "The twins' father left not long after they were born. It's just been me, the twins, and some friends and family helping me out."

"Oh, I'm very sorry," Mom said.

"Don't be," Shannon said. "He's an asshole, and really we're better off. Honestly," she said and leaned closer to our table, "life is a lot more fun without him." As soon as she said this, we could hear a soft hissing and dripping sound, and I looked down to see another clear dribble of pee running down her legs to the rug. "Know what I mean?" she said and looked directly at me.

"Mmm, we do," Mom said. I heard another soft hissing and dripping and could see the clear trickles of pee falling from my mother's chair. Shannon giggled again.

"You two are something else," she said. "Do you have plans in about an hour?" I gasped and stared wide-eyed at my mother. 

"Ummm," Mom started, "not really. Why do you ask?"

"You just look like you're out to have a good time, and I happen to know a really great club on the other end of town."

"A club?" Mom asked. I was still speechless at this point, but I kicked at Mom's leg with my foot. "I don't know. Those places are usually a little wild for women like me."

"Oh, it's not that kind of club," Shannon said. She winked at me again, and I just wanted to melt right then and there. "I'm off in an hour. Meet me outside, and I'll take you there." My mother was now the silent one as she looked at me.

After some difficulty, I said, "We'll be there."

Next time, I'll tell you what happened next.

Anna
 

"But Shannon just giggled and smiled. "Well, let's just say the floor next to the drink station behind the bar is usually wet, so…." My jaw dropped. "And…," Heather started to say but paused, then continued, "let's just say you're sitting in the right section. Outside, I mean.""

So, is it Shannon, or is it Heather? lol, this looks promising! Can't wait to read the next installment!

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16 hours ago, cjm3rcl1n3 said:

"But Shannon just giggled and smiled. "Well, let's just say the floor next to the drink station behind the bar is usually wet, so…." My jaw dropped. "And…," Heather started to say but paused, then continued, "let's just say you're sitting in the right section. Outside, I mean.""

So, is it Shannon, or is it Heather? lol, this looks promising! Can't wait to read the next installment!

Lol, I changed her name after I had written some of the story. I thought I fixed them all. Good catch. Thank you! 🤣

Fixed it! (I think).

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