Maxine and Anita - A daughter catches her mother peeing on the carpet

[Vassal 1,326]

Story involves a mother & daughter pair exploring naughty peeing solo and soon together, will include wetting and open masturbation. Directly inspired by wetwulf's own Kiki and Cheryl.

 

Maxine started to pick up her pace as she made her way home from the bus stop. She was finished with her classes for the day and was eager to get home, further more she really had to pee! She cursed passing on using the bathrooms after class, instead getting caught in a conversation with on of her classmates on the way out. As she approached the house she realized she had forgotten her keys that morning and made her way around the house to the side door to the garage, usually left unlocked and saw that her mother's car was there. Home early she thought.

Quickly she opened the door and made her way inside kicking off her shoes. Planning on rushing straight to the bathroom, she paused because she heard something out of the ordinary. It sounded like someone was peeing? But it couldn't be. It wasn't the usual sound of a piss stream hitting water in the toilet. That was a sound she was used to. Her mother, Anita, had a habit of leaving the door open as she peed into the toilet. Putting her need aside she quickly bounded up the stairs to investigate the potential leak. Max was always a quite walker, accentuated by her slim, athletic frame.

When she got to the top of the stairs she quickly stifled a gasp with her hand across her mouth. She wasn't ready for what she saw. Her mother was just inside the doorway to her room, nude from the waist down squatting over the bedroom carpet with her back to the hallway, busily pissing all over it! Max could clearly see her mother's stream pouring down between her shapely pale ass, her knees were spread wide. 

Max's mind raced, why was her mother pissing on her bedroom carpet? The bathroom was on the way to her mother's room, in fact there were two. Maybe it was an accident? Before Max could open her mouth to ask, Anita let out a satisfying sigh and as if to answer Max's internal questions moaned, “Oh it felt so good to hold it.” 

Max closed her mouth again. Those words swirled in her head, “it felt good?” Max now wondered if her mom even realized she was there and saw that the older woman had in her white airpods, completely oblivious to Max's presence.

Again as if to answer Max's curiosity, “I'll have to clean this up quick before Max comes home, I'm making quite the mess.” She sounded quite pleased with herself. “I should have waited until I got to the closet but it's just so naughty going here.” 

Maxine felt a shock, she had clearly stumbled upon her mother doing something secret. It would have been one thing to catch her mother masturbating with the door open but gleefully pissing all over her carpet was another. Yet instead of being disgusted, Maxine found herself curious as to what it felt like and her own bladder made the need more apparent. She wondered what it would feel like to drop her pants right there and piss all over the hallway carpet. Anita suddenly shifted and started to push out the last remnants of her bladder out with forceful spurts, making loud squelching splats on the soaked carpet before her. Max felt a bit embarrassed at having caught her mother doing something taboo and quietly made her way back down the steps. She quickly exited the house, forgetting her shoes and padded barefoot out into their modest backyard. 

The young electrician's desperation was growing and she surveyed the yard for a place out of sight to go. This wouldn't have been the first time she peed in the backyard, she quite often forgot her house keys. It always felt a little wrong, peeing just feet from the house where there were several toilets. That feeling seemed accentuated now as Maxine crept behind the shed positioned in a corner of the yard. She was fairly hidden here, the long hedge of arborvitae lined the side of the property while the back was all woods. Butterflies fluttered in her stomach as she got into position and as she slid down her shorts exposing her butt and pussy she was surprised to find herself slightly aroused as to what she was going to do. Had witnessing her mother's act awakened something in her?

Spreading her feet she got down into a low squat and gazed down at her well shaved lower lips. Despite her desperation it took several moments before her hot urine started to drip between her labia before pouring forth in a strong arc into the grass below. Maxine shivered as a wave of pleasure went up her spine as she was relieving herself in the yard behind the shed. It felt absolutely electric intentionally not using the bathroom. Max noted the strong hissing emanating from between her legs as her piss splashed in the grass between her feet, which were getting sprayed by a few droplets. She smiled at how clear her stream was, meaning she was well hydrated, which made sense for how desperate she was.

As her bladder was nearing empty she stopped her flow and drained the rest in quick forceful squirts. With a sigh of relief she put her fingers around her pussy and gave it a few shakes, freeing it of errant droplets and quickly stood up, pulling up her her shorts. As she made her way to the house she hoped that her mother's naughty toilet was likewise finished to avoid an embarrassing situation, while hoping that her mother didn't notice her shoes by the door.

As she ascended the stairs to her room she caught her mother en-route from the bathroom to her mom's bedroom holding a towel. Maxine's sudden appearance seemed to have caught Anita by surprise and the woman tried her best to hide it.

“Hey Max, I didn't hear you come in,” Anita said, a bit flustered , “Don't mind me, I accidentally spilled my iced tea in my room.”

Max, likewise flustered, replied, “Hey mom, I just got home from class. Do you need any help cleaning it up?”

Max cursed herself, why did she offer to help when she knew her mom was really cleaning up her piss on the carpet? As if to confirm what she saw she glanced inside her mom's room, there was a large wet patch, darker than the rest of the carpet. It even resembled the puddle she herself had left in the yard just moments before. It definitely didn't have the color of iced tea.

“Oh no, honey, I've got it, you relax, I'll get out of the way in case you need to use the bathroom.”

“Thanks, mom, I think I will.”

Max was further shocked to find that she went into the bathroom. Was she trying to maintain appearances? Trying to cover up the fact that instead of using the toilet she had gone outside? She wondered why she was trying to hide it. At least she was able to wash her hands.

After several minutes of maintaining appearances she exited the bathroom and found her mother had finish cleaning her mess in her bedroom. The door was still open and she was morbidly curious. She sneaked over to the entrance and found that there was a faint damp stain on the carpet. Max found herself reaching down to the carpet and pushed her fingers into it, she was astonished to find it was still damp and warm. The slight odor of urine helped to confirm that her mother had indeed pissed all over her bedroom carpet, Max hadn't imagined it. Hearing the washing machine door slam downstairs Max was quickly broken from her trance and exited her mother's room.  

For the rest of the day Maxine's thoughts were solely on her mother's act. Why had she peed on her carpet instead of the toilet. Nothing was broken and it was quicker to go to the toilet downstairs that up the stairs to her mother's bedroom. She was astounded to find she was now wondering what it felt like. She just could not get it out of her head and found that she was drinking more water than usual. Maybe she could try it?

Later that afternoon Max found she really needed to pee. All the extra water and thinking about her mom's act really did a number on her bladder. As she pulled down her shorts and sat on the toilet and soon her urine was pouring between her lips, tinkling in the water below. She found herself a bit disappointed, even unfulfilled. She wondered why, had witnessing her mother's naughty toilet really affected her that much? A wave of pleasure hit her as she wiped her pussy dry. Was she aroused thinking about it? Not so much her mother but the act itself? As she flushed she made a commitment, she would try it later that night, when her mom would be in bed.

That night Maxine, put down her book and found that she was acting discretely as she made her way to her room, as if her mom could tell what she was planning on doing. There was nothing wrong with going to her room, she told herself, even more so closing the door. Besides, Anita was already in bed, signaled by her closed bedroom door.

She now found that she was really getting desperate. What started as perverse speculation was now an immediate need. If she didn't act soon she might have an accident and she didn't want that. Looking around her room she was terrified of her mother possibly finding her puddle and spied her large closet. That would be the place, she thought, hadn't her mother even spoken aloud about how she meant to go there? 

Max slid down her her shorts and even that felt taboo, being nude from the waist down in her own bedroom as if she wasn't naked in the room daily. Her eyes darted around the room, a bit of a confidence boost to ensure that she was indeed alone in there. Her ears strained to make sure her mother wasn't outside the door as she crept into the closet. She wiggled her toes in the thick carpet pile, and found herself getting a bit hot thinking about how the fabric would be soon absorbing her hot pee. She felt giddy and incredibly naughty as she stood over a substantial bare spot of cream colored carpet, in the back corner. 

“This is so wrong,” she thought, as she squatted facing the corner. “Am I really about to piss on my closet carpet?” 

She tried to let go, her desperation was burning at this point but decades of potty training and taboos clamped her urethra shut. Her pussy clenched as she pushed on her bladder but she wouldn't go. She found she felt unbelievably naughty squatting with her bare pussy inches above the carpet with the intent of peeing all over it instead of using the toilet. As she thought of the toilet she found that her urethra relaxed and let out a spurt splashing on the carpet before her. The sudden torrent stunned her and she involuntarily squeezed her pee hole shut. 

It took a few more moments for her to be able to relax and soon a steady trickle was flowing between her lips down onto the carpet before her. Even diluted she could smell the acrid odor as she watched the wet patch on the carpet grow larger as her stream picked up. Soon her stream was now arcing out farther from her crotch squelching as it hit the carpet, joined by a loud hissing emanating from between her legs. Even though she knew it would be impossible, she hoped it wasn't so loud that her mother could hear. What would Anita think if she were to catch her adult daughter pissing all over her closet carpet? It's one thing for her to do it but would she be mad at Max? She found it all quite thrilling. She so focused on her piss that she didn't notice that her nipples were quite hard, poking through her thin top, accentuating her small round breasts.

Soon her bladder was nearly empty and she decided to push out the last few spurts. She silently gasped as she realized it was enough to hit the wall, splashing everywhere. Still she found it very excited and pushed out the rest, hitting the wall again and cascading down the wall. Max pouted as her stream dwindled and slowly receded to a thin dribble down her lips and onto the carpet. 

She surveyed the damage, the carpet now had a large dark patch and a thin trail leading to the wall, which also had a fan shaped stain creeping down the cream colored walls. Max was shocked to find that she was breathing heavily and that her pussy was damp and not just from her naughty pee. Trembling she sat down on the carpet and shuddered as the carpet fibers rubbed against her pussy. Her fingers found her clit and started rubbing it while another finger played with the entrance to her vagina, she didn't care that it was still wet with her own urine. The finger slipped in easily as she pumped it in and out, adding another finger to stretch her walls that much more. It didn't take long for her to come to a crashing orgasm as her free hand stifled an audible moan.

What was that about Maxine wondered as she regained her composure several minutes later. Not only had she just pissed all over her carpet but she just masturbated to the act. It all felt so wrong but felt so, so good. Max again surveyed the mess and went to go to find a towel in the bathroom, almost forgetting to put her shorts back on. She was horrified on the way back to find she left the door open, as if her mother would see the mess from passing by in the hallway. As she entered the room she was glad to find that the smell wasn't detectable from inside her bedroom. It was only as she entered the closet that she smelled the slight odor of urine. 

With the mess mopped up as best as can be with a towel she threw it into her laundry hamper, intending to take care of it tomorrow as she tucked herself into bed.

The next morning Maxine awoke, her bladder nagged as she stretched in bed. She went through the prior evening's events in her head. Max couldn't believe that she had pissed all over her carpet and then fingered herself after the fact. The memory caused a tingling in her groin and abdomen, it did certainly feel good. In fact her orgasm was one of the best she ever had, certainly better than any boy had given her. She was curious now and opened up the web browser on her phone and googled “peeing on the carpet.” She was shocked to find thousands of images of women peeing on carpets, sometimes user submitted. What she enjoyed best was finding forums where users enthusiastically talked about what they called “naughty pees,” and was elated to find that carpets weren't the only places people chose to pee. She was appalled to find some even wet themselves, intentionally. As she browsed her desperation grew and she was feeling pretty devious. She wondered if her toilet the previous evening had dried, disrobing as she made her way to the closet.

Soon she was standing completely nude in her closet, poking the slightly off color patch with a toe, it was mostly dry. She sighed with relief, glad to find it dried quickly. That meant that if she had her morning pee here, it would be dry before she or her mother got home. Grinning she squatted down again and once again gave the signal to her bladder to let go and once again she found that her urethra wouldn't open. However this time it took a little less time before a dark yellow shot out in a steady arc, darkening the cream colored carpet. Maxine was horrified to see how dark her piss was and to find that it was discoloring the carpet before her, there was now a sizable yellow stain on the carpet. She quickly cut off her stream as best she could, cursing under her breath. She still had to pee really badly but was terrified to ruin the carpet as her eyes raced around the small room for an alternate receptacle for her morning toilet.

An epiphany struck as she spied her laundry hamper, the towel she used to clean up her piss the night before lying on the top, still damp. She remembered reading that some forum members peed on their dirty clothes. Quickly she stood astride the hamper, aiming her dripping pussy over the center just in time for her to lose control and unleash a yellow torrent onto her dirty laundry. Maxine sighed, relishing in the relief as a loud hissing filling the small room. She had to do laundry anyway, she rationalized, and besides the towel she mopped up the carpet with was right on top taking the brunt of her strong piss. She didn't even care that piss was also rolling down her thighs. Her cunt was a veritable gush of hot morning pee. Glancing down at her stream she was delighted to see that it was a thin vertical blade pushing through her pussy lips before twisting down into the soaked towel fabric below, splattering, pooling and pouring on the clothes below, not to mention the urine seeping through. It felt amazing.

Max remembered the mirror on the door and pulled it so that she could see herself wantonly pissing into the tall white receptacle filled with the clothes she wore everyday. She admired how hard her nipples were, pink buds on firm white mounds. She turned to watch her pissing snatch admiring patch of pubic hair sculpted into an arrow pointing down at her clit, which she could see was quite swollen. She frown a bit at seeing how the insides of her thighs glistened from the errant streams pouring from her pee hole but found the mess strangely erotic. Unfortunately her stream dwindled and as she did she slid a hand down to stroke her clit. She was suddenly interrupted by a knock at the door and then hearing it open. Her mother and her were quite open and rarely locked doors, there was usually no reason for it. If Max had a boy over Anita would give them their privacy. 

“Honey, are you up,” Anita announced as she stepped into the room.

Max flushed with embarrassment and quickly stepped out of the closet, simultaneously covering her breasts with one arm and her pussy most of her wet thighs with the other and a squeeze of her legs.

“Mom... I'm changing,” Maxine blurted out.

“Since when were you so embarrassed? Its not as if I haven't seen you naked before,” Anita replied.

By now Max was shifting her body to try to block view of the closet, even though from Anita's vantage she couldn't see in.

“Anyway, I wanted to let you know I'll be home from work a little early today,” Anita continued.

“Yeah, ok! Have fun at work,” Max ejaculated, not really paying attention to her mother's words, just trying to get her out of the room and to keep her from finding the stain on the closet carpet or her hamper full of piss soaked clothes.   

Her mother gave her and odd look and left the room saying, “Well, have a fun day off,” closing the door behind her.

Maxine breathed with relief, her heart racing. That was close, she thought. It felt like forever to hear Anita's car leave the garage and only then did Maxine move. She went back into the closet and once again gazed at the soiled laundry and started to make a mental list of chores to take care of for the day. Laundry would be first, wait no, coffee first, she decided as she grabbed a dry corner of the towel and wiped her pussy and legs free of pee. She smiled as she made a mental plan of the places she'd try pissing all day today. 

[Lsf12345 76]

Can't wait for the next one 

[wetwulf 3,234]

Very hot story. 🥵 I'm honored that my series inspired you, and I look forward to more chapters.

[D1rg3 2]

This was hot as hell, would love another chapter 🥵🥵

[Vassal 1,326]

Working on another chapter. Gonna try something different.

[Lsf12345 76]

10 hours ago, Vassal said:

Working on another chapter. Gonna try something different.

Thank you!

[cjm3rcl1n3 44]

Mmm, so sexy and hot. Hope mom discovers her daughter's new habit and joins her, that would be fantastic! Can't wait for more!

[Vassal 1,326]

Now from Anita's perspective, there's more to come, just have to write it first!

Anita pulled into her garage and quickly turned off the vehicle and bounded out. She cursed that last iced tea she had drank on the way home from work. She had wanted to be desperate but not this desperate, she was afraid that she'd have a real accident. Her podcast had also gotten good and she put in her airpods to continue, she'd finish the episode soon, she thought. The mature woman knew she was cutting it close, coming home a bit early and that her daughter, Maxine, would be home from classes soon but she was overcome with desire. Praying that Max got a later bus,she just hoped she could make it to her closet first.

With her hand holding her crotch she kicked off her shoes and bounded for the stairs, passing the downstairs bathroom. Bounding up the stairs she doubled over during a particularly bad wave of desperation. A spurt escaped her urethra, spreading lightly over the gusset of her panties. She wasn't going to make it to the closet she realized. Anita had debated just pissing her panties but she didn't want Max to catch her, even if it was a genuine accident. What would her daughter think if she found out her mom enjoyed peeing in places that weren't the toilet, even in her clothes?

Anita pushed the thought aside as she quickly entered her bedroom. Another wave of desperation. She definitely wasn't going to make it and speedily pulled up her skirt and slid down her pants, squatting over the carpet. Her stream came out in a messy gush, splashing the carpet between her feet. It felt so naughty having dropped her panties down and peeing on the floor instead of using the toilet just feet away.

“Oh it felt so good to hold it,” Anita moaned.

“I'll have to clean this up quick before Max comes home, I'm making quite the mess,” she said sounding quite pleased with herself. “I should have waited until I got to the closet but it's just so naughty going here.”

Anita looked down between her legs, watching the wet patch of carpet grow larger the more her urine poured out of her. It was very arousing and Anita wished she had more time before her daughter came home, her clit was aching to be touched. It would have to wait until tonight, she thought. She felt her bladder was nearing empty and smiled as she forced the last dregs out onto the soiled carpet. She had made quite the puddle.

Anita stood up, letting the remaining trickle cling to her folds and lazily drip down her legs onto the floor. Some movement out the window caught her eye. From her vantage point she could see down into the yard. It was Max bounding across the backyard. Anita sighed, just made it, she thought. She would have been horrified if her daughter caught her openly pissing all over the carpet. What would she think? Curious she stood there, bottomless, watching her daughter in the yard. She was a bit surprised to see her duck behind the shed. From this angle she couldn't quite see what her daughter was doing but she had a pretty good guess. Anita had often gone for hikes with her daughter and of course taught her how to pee discretely outside. But why didn't she come inside and use the toilet she wondered? Putting aside the thought she quickly ran to the bathroom to grab a towel to clean up her mess. She had just enough time to quickly wipe the urine off her legs and pussy before Max was bounding up the stairs.

“Hey Max, I didn't hear you come in,” Anita said. The older woman was a bit flustered and hope Max didn't get close to her room. “Don't mind me, I accidentally spilled my iced tea in my room.”

She was surprised when Maxine offered to help. Anita declined the offer, not wanting her daughter to find out it wasn't iced tea that was all over her bedroom carpet and watched her daughter shut the bathroom door behind her. She quickly soaked up the pissy carpet as best she could before spraying it with a bottle of Fabreeze she kept in her closet and went downstairs to throw it into the washing machine.

Anita noted that her daughter was being fairly reclusive that evening, keeping herself locked in her room, only coming out for dinner. While a bit concerned Anita was glad that she wasn't about to potentially discover the drying stain visible on her bedroom carpet. Besides, she was glad for the solitude. She was still very horny from her piss earlier that afternoon and she had been holding it ever since. Anita was very desperate and on the verge of an actual accident as she squeezed her hand into her crotch.

Satisfied that the kitchen was cleaned up, she filled her water bottle and made her way upstairs. She made a quick stop in the bathroom, but didn't even look at the toilet, instead grabbing a few towels. Locking her door behind her, she smiled as she noticed the carpet was still a bit damp beneath her bare feet as she made her way into the room. She quickly disrobed, flinging her clothes in the hamper and surveyed the room in the nude, wondering where she should pee first.

The closet was the easy choice. There was little chance Max would find her mess here, she thought as she admired herself in her full length mirror. She ran her fingers up her curvy frame and she thought she still looked great for being in her 40s. Her light work out routine was doing the job at keeping her body taught. She noted how her breasts barely showed any sign of sagging, and gave them a playful shake before squeezing them, giving her nipples a long pinch before letting them drop back onto her chest. Her eyes moved down her body and focused on the reflect of her pussy, lips protruding, engorged from her arousal.

Anita bit her lip as a wave of desperation radiated out from her bladder. No reason to keep holding, she thought and watched as trickles of urine started to slowly escape between her labia. Savoring it she let it out slowly, giggling as the trickles seeped into her folds and rolled down her ample cheeks before trailing down the inside of her thighs, dripping onto the carpet between her legs. Soon the pressure became too much and she let her stream pick up intensity, falling in a twisting stream, forming a growing puddle on the closet carpet. A loud hissing filling the small room, joined by splashing as she relieved herself.

She loved to watch herself pee in naughty places around the house. It was her little secret that she kept from her family and lovers. When Max was away for extended periods she took full advantage and peed where ever she wanted. The only place she didn't was in Max's room, respecting her daughter's space. She also didn't want her to find out, how would Max react if she found out her mother liked to piss in places that weren't the toilet? Anita wondered when the next time Max would be away, she had been so busy with school and work lately, trying to save up for her own car. But Anita knew that even if her daughter was home she could freely piss anywhere she wanted in her own room, Max respected her mother's privacy as well. With this thought in mind she stopped her flow and admired the last drops rolling down the inside of her thighs, which by now were glistening with her warm urine.

Not yet done with her toilet she spied her clothes hamper and strode over to it. Opening up the lid she smiled, thinking about how it's the perfect height to be her toilet as she turned around and hovered with her bottom over the opening. It didn't take long for her pee to escape her lips, cascading down on to her clothes below, struggling to hold her torrent. She leaned back, changing the angle of her pussy and delighted as her stream was now splashing against the vented wall of the plastic hamper, her pee escaping through the gaps, splashing her legs and the carpet. Not only was she pissing all over her laundry basket but she was intentionally missing. Biting her lip, she gave one of her hardened nipples a squeeze, sending an electrified wave of pleasure through her body as the contents of her bladder drained below her.

She suddenly stopped her stream, having a much naughtier idea. Stepping away from the hamper she sat down on the carpet and laid back, spreading her legs and angling her hips upward. With one hand she spread her pussy, pulling it back towards her as she started to pee again. Her urine shot straight upward before angling back, hitting her in the stomach with a satisfying splatter. Her stream felt so warm as it flowed over her stomach and tits. Her other hand found its way to her hardened clit, rubbing it as she pissed all over herself. It was absolutely electric and she desperately needed more. As her stream waned she got up, and made her way to her bedside table, opening the drawer and pulling out a vibrating dildo.

Lying down on the bed, she wasn't worried about being covered in piss, it just made the situation that much more arousing. Besides she had installed a waterproof mattress cover for situations like this. Turning on the toy, she easily slid it inside herself. Thrusting it in and out as she played with her clit. It didn't take long for her to come to a crashing orgasm. As she laid in the glow Anita found she still had a little bit of pee left and let it lazily dribble out of her and into the bed sheets. She loved how it felt as the warm liquid embraced her as she drifted off to sleep.

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On 6/24/2024 at 1:41 PM, Vassal said:

Now from Anita's perspective, there's more to come, just have to write it first!

Anita pulled into her garage and quickly turned off the vehicle and bounded out. She cursed that last iced tea she had drank on the way home from work. She had wanted to be desperate but not this desperate, she was afraid that she'd have a real accident. Her podcast had also gotten good and she put in her airpods to continue, she'd finish the episode soon, she thought. The mature woman knew she was cutting it close, coming home a bit early and that her daughter, Maxine, would be home from classes soon but she was overcome with desire. Praying that Max got a later bus,she just hoped she could make it to her closet first.

With her hand holding her crotch she kicked off her shoes and bounded for the stairs, passing the downstairs bathroom. Bounding up the stairs she doubled over during a particularly bad wave of desperation. A spurt escaped her urethra, spreading lightly over the gusset of her panties. She wasn't going to make it to the closet she realized. Anita had debated just pissing her panties but she didn't want Max to catch her, even if it was a genuine accident. What would her daughter think if she found out her mom enjoyed peeing in places that weren't the toilet, even in her clothes?

Anita pushed the thought aside as she quickly entered her bedroom. Another wave of desperation. She definitely wasn't going to make it and speedily pulled up her skirt and slid down her pants, squatting over the carpet. Her stream came out in a messy gush, splashing the carpet between her feet. It felt so naughty having dropped her panties down and peeing on the floor instead of using the toilet just feet away.

“Oh it felt so good to hold it,” Anita moaned.

“I'll have to clean this up quick before Max comes home, I'm making quite the mess,” she said sounding quite pleased with herself. “I should have waited until I got to the closet but it's just so naughty going here.”

Anita looked down between her legs, watching the wet patch of carpet grow larger the more her urine poured out of her. It was very arousing and Anita wished she had more time before her daughter came home, her clit was aching to be touched. It would have to wait until tonight, she thought. She felt her bladder was nearing empty and smiled as she forced the last dregs out onto the soiled carpet. She had made quite the puddle.

Anita stood up, letting the remaining trickle cling to her folds and lazily drip down her legs onto the floor. Some movement out the window caught her eye. From her vantage point she could see down into the yard. It was Max bounding across the backyard. Anita sighed, just made it, she thought. She would have been horrified if her daughter caught her openly pissing all over the carpet. What would she think? Curious she stood there, bottomless, watching her daughter in the yard. She was a bit surprised to see her duck behind the shed. From this angle she couldn't quite see what her daughter was doing but she had a pretty good guess. Anita had often gone for hikes with her daughter and of course taught her how to pee discretely outside. But why didn't she come inside and use the toilet she wondered? Putting aside the thought she quickly ran to the bathroom to grab a towel to clean up her mess. She had just enough time to quickly wipe the urine off her legs and pussy before Max was bounding up the stairs.

“Hey Max, I didn't hear you come in,” Anita said. The older woman was a bit flustered and hope Max didn't get close to her room. “Don't mind me, I accidentally spilled my iced tea in my room.”

She was surprised when Maxine offered to help. Anita declined the offer, not wanting her daughter to find out it wasn't iced tea that was all over her bedroom carpet and watched her daughter shut the bathroom door behind her. She quickly soaked up the pissy carpet as best she could before spraying it with a bottle of Fabreeze she kept in her closet and went downstairs to throw it into the washing machine.

Anita noted that her daughter was being fairly reclusive that evening, keeping herself locked in her room, only coming out for dinner. While a bit concerned Anita was glad that she wasn't about to potentially discover the drying stain visible on her bedroom carpet. Besides, she was glad for the solitude. She was still very horny from her piss earlier that afternoon and she had been holding it ever since. Anita was very desperate and on the verge of an actual accident as she squeezed her hand into her crotch.

Satisfied that the kitchen was cleaned up, she filled her water bottle and made her way upstairs. She made a quick stop in the bathroom, but didn't even look at the toilet, instead grabbing a few towels. Locking her door behind her, she smiled as she noticed the carpet was still a bit damp beneath her bare feet as she made her way into the room. She quickly disrobed, flinging her clothes in the hamper and surveyed the room in the nude, wondering where she should pee first.

The closet was the easy choice. There was little chance Max would find her mess here, she thought as she admired herself in her full length mirror. She ran her fingers up her curvy frame and she thought she still looked great for being in her 40s. Her light work out routine was doing the job at keeping her body taught. She noted how her breasts barely showed any sign of sagging, and gave them a playful shake before squeezing them, giving her nipples a long pinch before letting them drop back onto her chest. Her eyes moved down her body and focused on the reflect of her pussy, lips protruding, engorged from her arousal.

Anita bit her lip as a wave of desperation radiated out from her bladder. No reason to keep holding, she thought and watched as trickles of urine started to slowly escape between her labia. Savoring it she let it out slowly, giggling as the trickles seeped into her folds and rolled down her ample cheeks before trailing down the inside of her thighs, dripping onto the carpet between her legs. Soon the pressure became too much and she let her stream pick up intensity, falling in a twisting stream, forming a growing puddle on the closet carpet. A loud hissing filling the small room, joined by splashing as she relieved herself.

She loved to watch herself pee in naughty places around the house. It was her little secret that she kept from her family and lovers. When Max was away for extended periods she took full advantage and peed where ever she wanted. The only place she didn't was in Max's room, respecting her daughter's space. She also didn't want her to find out, how would Max react if she found out her mother liked to piss in places that weren't the toilet? Anita wondered when the next time Max would be away, she had been so busy with school and work lately, trying to save up for her own car. But Anita knew that even if her daughter was home she could freely piss anywhere she wanted in her own room, Max respected her mother's privacy as well. With this thought in mind she stopped her flow and admired the last drops rolling down the inside of her thighs, which by now were glistening with her warm urine.

Not yet done with her toilet she spied her clothes hamper and strode over to it. Opening up the lid she smiled, thinking about how it's the perfect height to be her toilet as she turned around and hovered with her bottom over the opening. It didn't take long for her pee to escape her lips, cascading down on to her clothes below, struggling to hold her torrent. She leaned back, changing the angle of her pussy and delighted as her stream was now splashing against the vented wall of the plastic hamper, her pee escaping through the gaps, splashing her legs and the carpet. Not only was she pissing all over her laundry basket but she was intentionally missing. Biting her lip, she gave one of her hardened nipples a squeeze, sending an electrified wave of pleasure through her body as the contents of her bladder drained below her.

She suddenly stopped her stream, having a much naughtier idea. Stepping away from the hamper she sat down on the carpet and laid back, spreading her legs and angling her hips upward. With one hand she spread her pussy, pulling it back towards her as she started to pee again. Her urine shot straight upward before angling back, hitting her in the stomach with a satisfying splatter. Her stream felt so warm as it flowed over her stomach and tits. Her other hand found its way to her hardened clit, rubbing it as she pissed all over herself. It was absolutely electric and she desperately needed more. As her stream waned she got up, and made her way to her bedside table, opening the drawer and pulling out a vibrating dildo.

Lying down on the bed, she wasn't worried about being covered in piss, it just made the situation that much more arousing. Besides she had installed a waterproof mattress cover for situations like this. Turning on the toy, she easily slid it inside herself. Thrusting it in and out as she played with her clit. It didn't take long for her to come to a crashing orgasm. As she laid in the glow Anita found she still had a little bit of pee left and let it lazily dribble out of her and into the bed sheets. She loved how it felt as the warm liquid embraced her as she drifted off to sleep.

Amazing. soon mom and daughter will discover each other that they share a fetish with pee. I hope they then start peeing in front of each other or they both soak his carpet.

[cjm3rcl1n3 44]

This side of the story is just as hot as the other side! Well done, looking forward to more!

[wetwulf 3,234]

Very hot @Vassal! I like Anita. 😍