The Housewife

[wetwulf 3,324]

WARNING: This story contains some mother/daughter wetting together scenes. If you find that sort of thing incestuous, please read no further. Otherwise, enjoy.

Being a stay-at-home housewife certainly has its challenges. For starters, I do most of the cleaning around the house. This isn't easy with a son (18), a daughter (21), and a husband. However, being a housewife comes with its advantages, as well. I get a lot of time to myself.

My husband travels a lot for his career, and my children are both in school full time, my son a senior in high school and my daughter in her second year of beauty school. We have a nice house, made possible by my husband's hefty salary. He has offered to hire a housekeeper, but I don't mind cleaning since it gives me something to do when I am home alone. And, as you may imagine, time alone gives me an opportunity to take care of some needs my husband is unable to take care of while he is away. I know what you might be thinking, and no I would never cheat on him. But I do often indulge in the occasional self-pleasure, sometimes stripping down completely and laying back in our cozy bed to rub myself to a screaming climax. On a few naughtier instances, I have even sat in our living room and just slipped my hand into my leggings to gently touch my clitoris, biting my lip and bucking my hips as I orgasm while sitting on our couch.

Cleaning the house also comes with its surprises. For the most part, I try to respect my childrens' privacy. Especially my daughter's, since she is an adult. Sometimes, though, I uncover a few secrets that were not hidden as well as my kids might think. Like many mothers, I once found my son's pornography collection. I just slipped it back into the box under his bed and never spoke of finding it. I have also found condoms and letters from girls. His father and I both have had "the talk" with him, so again I never mentioned finding these items.

My daughter doesn't have many secrets. Or so I thought. While cleaning her room one evening, though, I decided to move her furniture around in order to thoroughly vacuum the entire carpet. When I moved a throw rug she had placed on the floor next to her bed, I noticed that the carpet under it was just a little darker than the rest. The darker spot was not as wide as the throw rug, so I knew it couldn't just be because the rug had been there for a while. Curious, I touched the spot with my foot and realized it was slightly damp. I thought my daughter must have spilled something and then tried to hide it with the rug. But that wasn't like her. She had spilled food and drinks in her room before and always either told me about it or cleaned the mess up herself.

I knelt down and touched the wet spot with my fingers. Then I brought my fingers to my nose and immediately recognized the smell. It was pee! There was no mistaking that smell. And from the strength of the smell and the fact that the carpet was still damp, it wasn't that old, either. My daughter must have...what? Peed on her floor before going to school this morning and then covered it with the rug to hide it from me? Was it an accident and maybe she was too embarrassed to tell me? What was more surprising than the dampness on the carpet was the dampness I felt between my legs as I imagined my daughter standing over this spot, or maybe squatting, and just peeing like it was a normal thing to do. The more I pictured this in my head, the more curious I became and I felt my cheeks flush with embarrassment. I quickly placed the rug back and decided today wasn't the day to vacuum my daughter's room. I just decided to pick up some trash and laundry. I made a note, though, to ask her about the stain later, if I had the courage and could think of a way to do it without embarrassing her. As I reached down to scoop up some laundry, though, I caught another unmistakable scent of pee. I looked closely at the clothes in my hand until I saw a pair of my daughter's panties, obviously damp in the crotch area and towards the front.

Not only had my daughter peed on her carpet, she had done so while wearing these panties. For a few seconds, all I could do was stare and blink in disbelief. But again I felt a familiar and pleasant wetness between my legs, the kind that signals my need to masturbate. This is usually saved for moments when I'm sitting around thinking about my husband and his strong hands all over me. But I felt it now, after discovering my daughter's naughty "accident". I now wondered, after finding the panties, if it were an accident at all. I took the clothes into the laundry room and tried to put it out of my mind.

The rest of the afternoon was uneventful. My son called to say he would be going to a friend's house after school. I got online after hanging up the phone. My heart beat faster as I had an idea. I opened a private browsing window and typed in the address for a search engine. I hesitated for a few seconds, staring at the search bar, before typing “carpet peeing.” The very first link was to a site on which girls confess to embarrassing experiences. The topic for this thread was about girls who have peed on their own bedroom carpet. In some of the stories, the girls confessed to embarrassing accidents, waking up having to pee so bad they couldn’t make it to the bathroom, some unable to get to the bathroom because it was occupied. A few stories, though, were written by girls who admitted to enjoying the thrill of just soaking their bedroom carpet on purpose. Some enjoyed pulling their pants down and squatting while others confessed to leaving their panties and even pajama bottoms on while letting go and feeling it drip down their legs. As I read these stories, I felt that familiar damp tingle again. This time, I didn’t ignore it. I reached my hand into my leggings and started to caress my clitoris. It didn’t take long before I was gasping and then crying out as I climaxed. When I finished, I closed the browser window. I felt a mix of pleasure and shame as I composed myself and decided to distract myself with more housework.

A few hours later, the front door opened and I peeked down the hall to see my daughter standing in the doorway. She looked exhausted, still wearing her beautician’s smock, her face a tired frown.

“Hey, Mom,” she said.

“How was your day?” I asked.

“Ugh. Exhausting. After two hours of listening to lectures and watching hairstyling demonstrations, I had to work on fifteen different clients. Fifteen!” She tossed her smock onto the couch and sat down beside it, and I settled into the recliner. As she continued to complain, bemoaning the shortage of students in the shop today overwhelming the rest of them, I tried to listen. I really did. But I just could not get the image of my day’s discovery out of my head. “How was your day?” she asked.

“Umm…well…” I hesitated, but knew I was going to pry. “Can we talk for a minute?” She looked at me, her expression changing to concern. “Oh, it’s nothing serious,” I said. “Not really, anyway. But I found something this morning…” I paused again, and as I looked at her I saw her face redden. “I was cleaning your room and I decided to vacuum.”

“Oh my god,” she said, covering her mouth. “Mom, I’m so sorry.”

“You don’t have to be sorry, honey. Things happen. I just wish you hadn’t tried to hide it from me.”

“I know. I know. It’s just…I didn’t know what you would think, and…”

“I’m not even sure what I think,” I said. And I wasn’t sure, not yet anyway. “What…can you tell me what happened? If you’re too embarrassed, I understand.”

“Well,” she started, her face reddening again, “You know I was running late this morning. As soon as I got dressed, I really needed to pee, but David was in the shower. I had to think of something because his showers take forever. I swear I held it as long as I could, and when it didn’t seem like he was coming out any time soon, I just had the idea to move the throw rug, pee there, and hope no one would see it until it dried. I’m really sorry, Mom.”

“I told you, you don’t have to be sorry.” I meant it, too. My daughter was a grown woman, and the carpet was luckily a dark enough color that after the spot dried, it would probably be completely unnoticeable. “But,” I continued, “I found your wet panties, too.” Her face reddened again.

“Oh,” she said.

“You know you can tell me anything. I really just want to know…did you wet yourself on purpose?” She looked down at the floor. I’d known that gesture since she was a little girl.

“Yes,” she said. “I mean, sort of. All that stuff about David was true. I did try to hold it. But…when I needed to go, I did wet my panties on purpose.” She looked at me now, her face still red. “And it’s not the first time.” Now my face reddened.

She told me about a night a few months ago when she stayed with her friend Kiki. They both had a lot to drink and were staggering around Kiki’s house, laughing, when Kiki gasped and a trail of pee flowed down her legs. Kiki had stopped laughing and was instead standing still, her mouth open, sighing and watching her pee splash onto the floor. It was obvious to my daughter that she was enjoying herself. Then Kiki looked right at her and encouraged her to pee, too, if she needed to. “I’d like to say it was just the alcohol, but Mom, seeing Kiki enjoying herself like that, I wanted to try it, too.” So she did, right there in her best friend’s hallway, just let go and soaked her panties.

After her story, I felt the damp tingle again. I pictured all of it in my head and caught another flash of my daughter wetting her panties in her room, not caring as her warm pee dripped onto her carpet. I couldn’t help myself. “How did it feel?” I asked.

“Oh, Mom, so good. It was warm and relaxing, and…” she blushed again, “it kind of tickled my clit. If I had peed longer, I probably would have orgasmed right in front of Kiki.” I bit my lip, trying to imagine what that would feel like, having a warm trickle of pee caress my clitoris. “I’m sorry if this is grossing you out, Mom.” I hesitated again, still wondering about what I was feeling and thinking.

“It’s not grossing me out,” I said. “You’re an adult. If you found something that gives you pleasure, I don’t want to mess that up for you. There are so many worse things you could be doing.” Kayley smiled and then looked at the floor again.

“What if…” She paused, shuffling her feet like a little girl. “What if I wanted to do it again?” My eyes widened, but I also smiled.

“I suppose that would be okay. The carpet probably won’t stain, but you still need to clean it because of the smell.” Now her eyes widened.

“Oh, thank you, Mom, thank you. I promise I’ll clean it up. I just...I don’t want to hide it from you anymore.”

“I appreciate that. But you have to keep it from your father and brother, okay?”

“Okay,” she said. “I kind of have to pee now. Do you want me to go to the bathroom, or can I…?” I couldn’t help but laugh, but my laugh faded as I remembered that the carpet in the living room was the same color tone as her bedroom.

“You don’t even have to leave this room, if you don’t want,” I said. The words were out before I could stop them. I don’t think I wanted to.

“Are you saying…?”

“Just pee here,” I said. “As long as…” I paused again. “As long as you don’t mind if I join you?” She stared at me, wide-eyed again.

“Are you serious?” she asked. I nodded. “If you want,” she said. “I don’t care. But I know I can’t hold it anymore. I’m just gonna go, Mom.” She stood up from the couch and then parted her legs just a bit.

“Aren’t you going to take your pants off first?” I asked.

“No, I’m sorry, but I’m just…Ohhhh.” After her obvious moan of relief, a dark stain showed up in the crotch of her light blue pants right away. “Mmm, that feels so good. Ohhh, Mom, thank you. I’m sorry, but it just feels so amazing to just let go in my pants. Ohh.” The wet stain spread and glistened as Kayley closed her eyes and sighed. “That’s much better. Mom, you have to try it.”

What Kayley didn’t know was that I had been avoiding the bathroom for a while, anticipating our conversation when she got home, hoping this opportunity would come. If it hadn’t, I just would have used the bathroom like normal and went on with life like normal. But now…

“I can’t believe I’m about to do this,” I said. Kayley smiled as I stood up from the recliner. I could feel the pressure in my bladder pushing closer to the edge. I closed my eyes and just let go. I gasped as a quick and hot jet of pee sprayed into my panties and enveloped my crotch with such delicious warmth that I had to bite my lip to keep from squealing. The spray became a steady hissing flow that filled my panties and trickled around my inner thighs and down my legs. I opened my eyes and watched as the front and legs of my leggings glistened. “Oh, my god,” I said. “Ohh, Kayley, it’s so warm. Mmmm.”

“I told you,” she said. My warm pee continued to flow, soaking my pants and dripping onto the carpet at my feet.

“Oh, wow,” I moaned. “Ohhh, this is so not the last time we’re doing this,” I said. And I meant it. As my flow finally dwindled, I could not help but reach my hand to the crotch of my soaked leggings and rub gently. It didn’t take much before I was squealing, and right in front of my daughter I had a small, but satisfying orgasm. My face reddened and I looked at her. “I’m so sorry,” I said.

"It’s okay, Mom, really. I’m glad you enjoyed yourself.”

After getting towels and some Febreeze to clean up our mess, I made a deal with Kayley. She could wet herself anywhere in the house within reason. It couldn’t cause stains (like furniture, mattresses, etc.), the smell had to be covered up, and her father and brother could never know about it. She thanked me again, and I knew after my very pleasurable wetting experience that this was just the beginning.

[steve25805 126,021]

Nice story. :thumbsup:

It reminded me somewhat of Leaky_One's Lindsay and Maeby, but with a wetting angle.

[wetwulf 3,324]

Nice story. :thumbsup:

It reminded me somewhat of Leaky_One's Lindsay and Maeby, but with a wetting angle.

That was my inspiration.

[SAMan1 409]

As usual from your pen, a very good story - thanks a lot!

[Alfresco 11,631]

another great story wetwulf! thanks.

[wsvoyeur 74]

I have to agree with the others, yet another in a long line of great stories WetWulf.

[new2this 128]

Kiki is such a great influence on all these young women.

[TheBeezPeez 2]

I've read this series of stories many times, prior to the new creation of my account.  I'd just like to contribute my own praise on how hot this story is. Cheers.