The Housewife: Alone Again

[wetwulf 3,324]

Just in case you've been away, let me fill you in. I am a stay-at-home housewife because my husband's income is well enough that I don't need to work. I could work, but when we married he encouraged me to just stay home, enjoy my quiet time alone, and keep the house tidy. I know this may sound like a stereotype to a lot of women, but I love it. Especially now.

I recently found out that my 21 year old daughter enjoys wetting herself and had even wet her carpet in her bedroom a few times. I offered to allow her to continue, as long as she kept it from her father and brother. She shyly encouraged me to join her, since bother her father and brother were away at the time. I relented, and soon we were both soaking our panties and the floor in the living room.

Since that day, I have looked forward to my days alone even more than before. This has afforded me quite a few opportunities to enjoy myself without shame or embarrassment. But first, let me tell you about my daughter's behavior since that day.

She has been quite the little vixen. After her brother left for school the other day, she stood in the hallway and said, "I thought he would never leave." Then I heard the obvious hissing of her pee as a clear stream fell from between her skirt and pattered onto the floor. At breakfast, she scooted up in her chair and without saying a word just started peeing herself under the table. I could hear it dripping from her seat to the floor. Before leaving for school, she stood on the tile floor next to the front door, tugged her pants and panties to her ankles, and squatted, spraying a quick but loud jet of pee all over the tile floor. She was at least courteous enough to clean all these "accidents" when she was finished. But I could tell I had started something.

I can't be too hard on her since I have also indulged my own desires. It didn't start that way, though. At first, I just decided to do some housework. I rinsed the breakfast dishes and put them in the dishwasher. I started a load of laundry. I even swept the kitchen floor. Then I decided to just relax with a cup of coffee and a good book in the living room.

A little ways into the book, though, I was feeling the two cups of coffee I had drank that morning as my bladder was getting a bit full. I wasn't desperate yet, though, so I continued to read. I was still wearing my nightgown. It's very much a "mom gown," not sexy but soft and very comfortable. After a few more minutes, I was squirming to stay comfortable. If I sat up too much, the pressure on my abdomen made my need to pee worse. But if I reclined, I felt a little too relaxed and a couple of times I had to squeeze to keep my pee from sneaking out.

It was then that I remembered the pleasure I felt wetting myself before with my daughter. What if I didn't stop it from sneaking out? I knew I didn't want to ruin the couch, though, so I stood up and instead sat on the floor right in front of the couch. I was still able to hold my pee, so I continued my book after making myself comfortable on the living room floor.

Just a few more pages in and I was really feeling it. Now barely able to focus, I put my book down. I thought of one of the videos I had seen while browsing pee videos after discovering my daughter's naughty habits. As I sat in our living room floor, feeling my desperation grow, I decided to imagine that I was so desperate, I had to choice but to pee myself

"Oh, I have to pee so badly," I said. "But I can't just pee on the floor." I squirmed as if trying to think about what to do next, my legs still stretched out in front of me. "Oh, but I don't know if I'd even make it to the bathroom." I squirmed again and felt a tiny spurt wet the crotch of my panties. "I guess if I just pee here, it's okay." I sat up a little and spread my legs further apart. "Okay, I can't hold it anymore. I'm just... going to... Ohhhhh!"

The words might have been fake, but the relief and pleasure certainly wasn't. I moaned as a warm jet of pee soaked my panties and splashed all over my inner thighs and nightgown. I felt it warm my bottom as it soaked through my gown to the carpet under me. I gasped and reached into my gown to pull my panties aside. My stream did not stop but grew as I sprayed my warm pee on my fingers and legs. I rubbed at my clitoris, enjoying the messy wetness and squishing sounds as I stroked and slipped a finger inside. I finally orgasmed and climaxed while my pee dwindled to a gentle trickle that tickled my slit and continued to seep into my nightgown.

Since my nightgown was soaked, I took it off and dropped it into the next load of clothes. I dribbled a bit of vinegar and water on the carpet and then sopped it up with a towel and sprayed it with Febreeze. Feeling really naughty now, I decided to stay naked since no one else was home and I wasn't expecting company. I walked around the house like this, straightening the house up in the nude. When I felt the need to pee again, I just stood right where I was and let it go, keeping my legs together and enjoying the feeling of my warm pee as it sprayed my inner thighs and trickled down my legs.

When I entered my daughter's room, I saw the familiar rug in the middle of her room. I scooted it out of the way with my foot and could feel the dampness. She must have soaked her carpet after waking up this morning. I also noticed she had not made her bed. When I approached it, I pulled back the covers and right away noticed a large and unmistakable wet stain. I gasped. Although my daughter and I had discussed her wetting, the topic of bedwetting had never come up. Had she been doing this all along or was this a new part of her wet adventures?

As I stood there, just staring at the stain, a naughty thought occurred to me as I could feel pressure building in my bladder. I had a flash of my own adolescence and spending the night with my older cousin. I had awoken to the sounds of her tossing and turning in the bed next to me. When it finally stopped, I could hear a new sound in the stillness of the room. A soft hissing. Then I felt something wet against my bare legs. I couldn't believe it! My 18 year old cousin was wetting the bed right next to me! What was worse was that hearing the soft dribbling of her pee was reminding me of my own need. I could feel more of her pee flowing over to my side of the bed, and I almost thought about getting up and waking her up. But we were already soaked, and I was still a little groggy. So I lay back down, hearing and feeling the last of her flow trickle into the bed. Then I decided, since I was already wet, to just relax and empty my bladder. The relief and soothing warmth was exquisite.

Looking at the stain in my daughter's bed, I knew I wanted to feel that relief again. I climbed into her bed and pulled the covers over me. I could feel the cool dampness of the stain under me and I wondered how many times my daughter had wet this bed, and how long had she been wetting it? Those questions faded, though, as I felt the familiar pressure creeping up. I lay back, closing my eyes to feel the sensations of my body as I relaxed.

It began as a trickle, and I gasped. I couldn't help it. It felt so naughty and so amazing to think that I was about to soak my daughter's bed. I relaxed again and the trickle became a dribble. I could feel it dripping onto the sheets just under my pussy. Then the flow increased as my warm pee hissed out of me and splashed noisily. It didn't take long for a puddle to form under my bottom, but since the mattress wasn't protected I could also feel my pee being slowly absorbed. I bit my lip and let go completely, peeing freely and relishing the messy splashes of warm pee that struck the covers and fell to the sheets under me. When I finally finished, I sighed with relief and pleasure. I knew this would not be the last time I wet the bed.

Next time: Mother and daughter talk about bedwetting

[steve25805 126,021]

Awesomely sexy story, Wetwulf.

Can't wait for the next installment.

[SAMan1 409]

It is just getting better! Can't wait for the follow-up. Good work!

[wsvoyeur 74]

Another awesome chapter WetWulf. I'm looking forward to the next one.