DonnyWotty 154 Posted March 22, 2019 Share Posted March 22, 2019 On 2/26/2019 at 11:26 AM, Mbgpeelover said: Not as yet but been very very close! I think it really is only a matter of time... I'd be a liar if I said I wasn't looking forward to it. Don't worry, I'm sure a mum having an accident in public would be perfectly understandable though. Quote Link to comment
Mbgpeelover 8,721 Posted March 22, 2019 Author ✨ Legendary Member Share Posted March 22, 2019 I have been caught up with life lately but will add the movie story tonight Marco 1 Quote Link to comment
Mbgpeelover 8,721 Posted March 23, 2019 Author ✨ Legendary Member Popular Post Share Posted March 23, 2019 First cinema trip with my kids As I have said before I am a single parent with two children. This is the story of the first time I took my children to the cinema and why I had to tie my coat round my waist when I left. It was a wet day and the kids were getting bored. They were pre-school age, around three I think and due to circumstances they were both still in pull ups at the time, especially when out the house. One of them had a huge fear of toilets which lead to many incidences of me practically wetting myself and I will write some of those up soon. Anyway back to the story. The kids had never been in the cinema before but one of their favourite cartoons was showing and I figured this would be a great way to get out of the house. I packed a bag with a few favourite small toys to distract them and a change bag. I don’t remember if I made it to the bathroom before leaving home or not but I definitely recall having a mug of tea before going because I don’t like hot drinks with the kids when out. It’s too risky! So we had some lunch and headed out and in all probability I had likely not been to the bathroom since I woke that morning as leaving two young children alone even for a few minutes was a huge risk. I packed the kids in the car and drove the mile to our local cinema. My son couldn’t walk yet (he’s disabled) so I had him in a buggy and my daughter walked. They were so excited to be there and I ordered them some juice and some chocolate as a treat and bought myself a large soda and a packet of sweets too to keep me going. It was a treat after all! I carried my son to our seats, which thankfully were just a few rows up and at the end of the aisle. It didn’t matter though as there were very few others there so we could almost sit anywhere. I got the children comfortable but almost as soon as I sat down to relax I realised I needed the bathroom. It would have been a nightmare to get my son back in the buggy and drag my daughter out having just settled her so I figured I would just wait. The kids loved it. Their little faces were a picture as they took in every sight and sound of the experience. However not even twenty minutes in and my need to pee wasn’t for going away. I tried crossing my legs but it took very little time before the pounding between my legs grew stronger and I had to change position to stop myself leaking. I was quite shocked at how strong my urge to go was so quickly. In the dull light of the theatre I could see both my children engrossed in the cartoon and it would have been negligent of me to leave them, especially given my son’s disability. I could not bring myself to tear them both away when they were so happy and enjoying themselves just because I needed a wee. I decided I would keep holding on and if they got restless I would use that time to take them to the loos with me. So I bit my lip, swung my legs, clenched my muscles, wriggled about and changed position to keep my need at bay. As crazy as it sounds the room was so warm that I carried on drinking my soda because I was thirsty and warm. Of course that wasn’t helping and my need became constant and stronger. I was bouncing my knee continually and moaning slightly. I just could not find a comfortable position and the film hadn’t even been on 35 minutes! I was amazed how captivated my pre schoolers were but it was lovely to see. However I looked at them both and wished they would at least get a little bored as I was bursting for a pee and unable to go unless they came too. I was glad I had trousers on, leggings to be exact, so I put my coat over my knees and put my hand between my legs underneath to hold myself. I really needed to so badly as nothing else was helping and the constant pounding and hammering from my urethra as it pushed and pushed for release was so distracting. I found myself massaging my body in time with the beating and each time my urethra pushed down ready to release I pushed back with my hand to hold it back. It was a rhythm so alike sex and I closed my eyes and wished I had something thick to plug myself with. I had to pee so bad I was wriggling like crazy and anyone nearby me would have known right away. In essence I was pee dancing in my flip down chair. The problem with cinema chairs, well the flip down fabric ones at my local cinema anyway, is that without a solid back that goes all the way to your bottom I had nothing to push back against to tighten my pelvic muscles to stop me wetting. I had spent years mastering kegal exercises, especially having been pregnant with twins. I used these to help as I used my hand to stroke and grab at myself constantly. Still the pressure and tingling intensified. Now I had a problem as the more I shuffled and squirmed the warmer I got and the more I found myself drinking my soda. By this point it was about 45 minutes into the film and my son was drifting to sleep on his seat. My daughter was still avidly watching though and laughing away and as a mum I just could not break her heart by having her miss any of the cartoon. I rolled up my coat and placed it between my legs hoping having something to push against might help. Instead my brain tried to convince me that my coat was the toilet and I almost released subconsciously everywhere. I was sweating I was so desperate. I physically could not keep my legs still. I could not leave my sleeping son with his sister with them both only 3 and now I was panicking as even if I decided to just get the kids and run I would somehow have to lift my child into his buggy with a full bladder that was on the edge of bursting. I could not even sit still let alone stand still long enough to do that and I became quite anxious about what to do. Had I had a skirt on I know I would have pulled my knicker gusset aside and somehow let a little bit out. But with leggings on that wasn’t an option. By this point I know I was in trouble though. My heart was beating so fast, the hairs of my neck were standing on edge, my legs and lower body were frantic with movements, my hands were pushing against my vagina for all I was worth, yet still my body would not cease its torment and shouting to pee. With the cinema in darkness I shuffled in my seat right to the side and stood up. I stumbled over to the wall at the end of my aisle and stood leaning on the wall as I marched from foot to foot, crossed my legs and placed one foot on the wall and then the other behind me. But the guilt of leaving the kids just would not ease so I went back to my seat this time striding the arm with one leg on the stairs and one where I was sitting with the bum of the seat back against the back. I rocked on the arm which helped for a short time but I could feel myself leaking and knew i was fighting a losing battle. I could not remember ever having to wee so badly publicly before. A spurt escaped as I kept rocking and bouncing on the arm with the thick plastic coated arm rest wedged between my legs. Then embarrassment crept over me and I suddenly felt everyone was watching me, though in reality there were very few others in the theatre, thankfully. I tried sitting back on the seat, now hearing the steady and slow snoring of my son. He was now in a deep sleep and thankfully his chair support and his coat acting as a headrest meant he was quite comfortable. Which wasn’t a word I could use for my own position as all! Totally subconsciously I found myself muttering as I danced in my seat, my legs scissoring in and out in a last vain attempt to stop urine flooding out of me. I was minutes away from a huge wetting with no opportunity to go to the bathroom which was just along the corridor! I must have been quietly muttering to myself something about ‘Oh God, I have to pee so bad’ because about a minute later a man in his thirties came from behind me and touched my shoulders lightly and bent down and spoke to me. ‘Excuse me. I was wondering if you would like me to watch your kids so you can go to the ladies?’ I was shocked, embarrassed and mortified! I turned around, but right at that point a sudden wave hit me so strong that I had to grab myself with both hands. With my head down and my cheeks bright red I could only mutter back, ‘thank you. Is it obvious?’ He laughed and answered yes and despite the fact he was a stranger, despite the fact my kids had no idea who he was and I knew I was putting them in a vulnerable state, against everything in me as a mother, I could not stop myself standing up, still holding myself with both hands bent forward as a little pee leaked out into my pants and ran down the inside of my leg and rushing off down the stairs, along the exit and out into the corridor where the ladies were, warm pee still slowly escaping as I went. As I entered the stall and pulled my leggings and knickers down a massive torrent of warm pee bolted out of me so fast I shook. I sat on that toilet for a few minutes while every last drop came out and I could attempt to tidy myself up. I could not help but worry about my children so I was washed and dried and was out before I could even think as I rushed right back to my little ones. My daughter hadn’t even noticed I had gone and my son carried on napping. As I came back up the stairs the man simply got off my seat and returned to where he was sitting, which in the darkness looked like he may have had children of his own with him. I never got his name even but I know if he hadn’t done what he did I would have been much wetter than I was. My leggings crotch was noticeably wet so I tied my coat around my waist as I left and hoped no-one would see me behind my son’s buggy. Thankfully now my children are older I think I could safely leave them to go pee but not always. I have other stories if people want to read them? Do let me know. Tangosierra97, BlueWetter, daisyduke and 9 others 12 Quote Link to comment
BlueWetter 500 Posted March 23, 2019 Share Posted March 23, 2019 Write away! I really enjoy your desperate tales 😍 Mbgpeelover 1 Quote Link to comment
LOLC2k 211 Posted March 23, 2019 Share Posted March 23, 2019 I always love to hear about your desperation! Loved it! Quote Link to comment
Mbgpeelover 8,721 Posted March 23, 2019 Author ✨ Legendary Member Share Posted March 23, 2019 Just now, BlueWetter said: Write away! I really enjoy your desperate tales 😍 I love writing them...especially when i’m Bursting as I write! 1 minute ago, LOLC2k said: I always love to hear about your desperation! Loved it! Thank you Quote Link to comment
BlueWetter 500 Posted March 23, 2019 Share Posted March 23, 2019 7 minutes ago, Mbgpeelover said: I love writing them...especially when i’m Bursting as I write! Thank you Even better.. It's fun getting immersed in Omo content as you squirm and grab yourself Quote Link to comment
Mbgpeelover 8,721 Posted March 23, 2019 Author ✨ Legendary Member Share Posted March 23, 2019 Just now, BlueWetter said: Even better.. It's fun getting immersed in Omo content as you squirm and grab yourself Yes absolutely. I ought to run to the loo now but notifications keeping me here lol. Quote Link to comment
LOLC2k 211 Posted March 23, 2019 Share Posted March 23, 2019 1 minute ago, Mbgpeelover said: Yes absolutely. I ought to run to the loo now but notifications keeping me here lol. That's a good thing! Quote Link to comment
Mbgpeelover 8,721 Posted March 23, 2019 Author ✨ Legendary Member Share Posted March 23, 2019 1 minute ago, LOLC2k said: That's a good thing! Of course! Just if it keeps up i’ll Burst soon lol LOLC2k 1 Quote Link to comment
Mbgpeelover 8,721 Posted March 23, 2019 Author ✨ Legendary Member Share Posted March 23, 2019 Just now, LOLC2k said: You can hold it 😄 Doing everything I can to do so lol Quote Link to comment
Mr_g 56 Posted March 23, 2019 Share Posted March 23, 2019 In love with your stories and the way you write them thankyou again Mbgpeelover 1 Quote Link to comment
Marco 186 Posted March 23, 2019 Share Posted March 23, 2019 I'm sorry for the embarrassment you felt, but your story is very beautiful and you write very well. Quote Link to comment
wettingman 1,586 Posted March 23, 2019 Share Posted March 23, 2019 I always look forward to reading your arousing desperation and sometimes wetting a bit stories. This one is another great example! Thank you for sharing your stories. Quote Link to comment
scinosensation 543 Posted March 23, 2019 Share Posted March 23, 2019 I can fully relate but @Mbgpeelover how does your daughter react to mommy not getting to the loo in time? I made certain my kids would never see me or have any idea I was wet. There was one period of 2 weeks I spent in plastic panties but they (4 and 2) had no idea. Wetsy 1 Quote Link to comment
Mbgpeelover 8,721 Posted March 23, 2019 Author ✨ Legendary Member Share Posted March 23, 2019 11 hours ago, Gaz_h said: In love with your stories and the way you write them thankyou again Thanks you. I really enjoywriting them so it’s even better when others enjoy reading them. I would love to read of others experiences like this too. 5 hours ago, Marco said: I'm sorry for the embarrassment you felt, but your story is very beautiful and you write very well. Thank you. I would love to get them published. 4 hours ago, wettingman said: I always look forward to reading your arousing desperation and sometimes wetting a bit stories. This one is another great example! Thank you for sharing your stories. I always look forward to your comments too! Thank you so much for reading. It makes me want to write more. 1 hour ago, scinosensation said: I can fully relate but @Mbgpeelover how does your daughter react to mommy not getting to the loo in time? I made certain my kids would never see me or have any idea I was wet. There was one period of 2 weeks I spent in plastic panties but they (4 and 2) had no idea. She has no idea and it will remain that way. Quote Link to comment
scinosensation 543 Posted March 23, 2019 Share Posted March 23, 2019 22 minutes ago, Mbgpeelover said: She has no idea and it will remain that way. Thanks. After my older on got to be about 2, when the younger was born I made sure nobody had any idea. I am another one who greatly enjoys your stories. Quote Link to comment
h1234 56 Posted March 24, 2019 Share Posted March 24, 2019 Yes, Please keep writing your tales of desperation and wetting. Quote Link to comment
Caruso33 12 Posted March 29, 2019 Share Posted March 29, 2019 Your tales of desperation really are a thing to behold, I must say. I really do enjoy them! And it must have been hard to take care of your kids in those times when you're that desperate, but I'm also sure you did your best in those circumstances. Quote Link to comment
Mbgpeelover 8,721 Posted March 29, 2019 Author ✨ Legendary Member Share Posted March 29, 2019 8 hours ago, Caruso33 said: Your tales of desperation really are a thing to behold, I must say. I really do enjoy them! And it must have been hard to take care of your kids in those times when you're that desperate, but I'm also sure you did your best in those circumstances. Thank you Quote Link to comment
Mbgpeelover 8,721 Posted April 6, 2019 Author ✨ Legendary Member Popular Post Share Posted April 6, 2019 The one time at a caravan park On this occasion the children were older, though my son had collected multiple serious diagnosis the most recent being severe uncontrollable epilepsy. Leaving him unsupervised at any time, even to use a bathroom quickly, could have serious consequences. This one time I was taking the kids away for a desperately needed holiday. Flying was out of the question given my son’s conditions so I opted to take them to a caravan park. I scoured the net for a deal and paid for a week at the start of summer. Given the very complex care needs of my son it was vital to feed him frequently and thankfully he had, and still has, a great appetite and eats a variety of foods. I packed while they were at school and found myself frantically filling my car so we could leave before the rush hour. It was warm so I nibbled on some snacks and drank bottled water as I packed suitcases, medical supplies, toys and technology to keep everyone occupied and satisfied while away from home. It honestly never occurred to me to use the bathroom as I was so busy picking up last minute meds, rescheduling medical appointments and checking and rechecking that everything was packed. The children arrived home from their final day at school and I fixed them both a drink and snack and freshened them up before having a drink myself then packing them in the car. It was only an hour drive, primarily by motorway, but it passed through a very busy main city which I knew would be seriously congested come rush hour. I hadn’t bargained in Friday rush hour starting earlier! I hadn’t driven half an hour when the traffic bunched up and slowed to almost stopping. The children coped very well but I was beginning to need to loo by this time and it was coming on sudden and strong! Ten minutes later and I had only driven two more miles as Friday evening rush hour peaked. I should have only been twenty minutes away from the caravan park but instead I still had half an hour to go and I really did need to pee. I shifted about in the driver’s seat and tensed my muscles as hard as I could. We moved another car length, then slowly another but the I noticed the holdup was due to motorways merging. I hoped that once I drove beyond this bottle neck things would move faster. My heart was beating fast, sweat poured off my forehead and my urethra was beating fast for relief. On the third lane in of a six lane motorway there was no way I could do anything but hold. The route neither passed services nor even a petrol station until the town just prior to the caravan park so as slowly as I drove and as desperate as I was, I had just two choices: hold or wet my car. The latter wasn’t an option, especially with the children with me. I rocked and fidgeted as much as the restricted seating allowed, held in by a seat belt and stuck tight behind a wheel. When we next slowed down I used my gear hand to squeeze between my legs as another wave hit me. I was so glad when the traffic seemed to finally pick up speed again and concentrating on the road seemed to help me hold. It became a dull ache though as I felt my bladder so full and heavy every mile I drove. Then from the back of the car my daughter mentioned she was hungry and I realised that due to the delay it was past what would normally be dinner time for the children. I had no food with me but I had googled local take aways and found a highly rated chip shop just at the entrance to the park. My plan had been to unload the car then take the kids there as a first night treat. I mentioned this to the kids and my daughter cheered in delight, while her brother flapped excitedly. I was very aware that he needed to eat rather quickly so when my daughter suggested we stop on route to the caravan and pick food up so we could eat right away I felt this was the right thing for us all...well all except my aching bladder! As we approached the main town just ten minutes before the caravan I moaned as I drove past a McDonald’s on the opposite side of the duel carriageway. Had it been the side I was on I know I would have just let the kids eat there and ran urgently to the ladies. I was beyond bursting and barely holding on but determined to stay dry. As I stopped at a red light I could hardly get a hand between my legs fast enough as my vagina pushed frantically for urgent release. Finally I saw signs for the park and my daughter moaned that finally she could get some dinner! The problem was I now had to stop at the chip shop and hold longer! As I pulled into the parking by the chip shop I was so happy to see it was quiet. I left my daughter in change of her brother as I got out the car, almost bending double with absolute desperation as I did so! As I pushed the front door open the one customer inside left with his order and with the height of the counter offering me some privacy I jigged about frantically as I tried to prevent my body from leaking. It would have been extremely obvious to anyone passing that I was pee dancing but still I felt mortified when the server commented asking if I was ok. Embarrassed and mortified I knew it was clear for anyone to see so as I held between my legs openly bouncing and dancing around like a little kid I muttered with my head held low that ‘sorry, I’m bursting for a pee’. I went bright red when the server replied smiling, whilst making up my order, ‘looks like it too. You staying on the park then?’ As I crossed my legs tight and pushed against the counter as another wave hit I moaned and muttered ‘yeah’. As she handed me the bag full of suppers her parting words almost broke me: ‘I hope you don’t need to wait long for the keys if you are just arriving!’ I jumped back in my car placing the chips on the passenger seat and pulling my seat belt on as I rocked, squirmed and squeezed myself before starting the engine and driving the windy road into the park. Every speed bump caused little leaks and I was in a panic now. I followed signs to reception and once again left my daughter with my son as I danced in and marched on the spot as I waited for the keys to our caravan. In my haste I snapped that my son was severely disabled and could I get the keys urgently as he needed food and medication urgently. It was the truth but in reality he could wait longer than my body could as I felt more pee drop out. I was handed the keys and ran out to the car, not even strapping my seat belt as I drove the short distance to our holiday accommodation while my urethra pulsated so fiercely I could feel myself losing the battle. I am ashamed to say I left both my children locked in the car as I parked up, key in hand and opened the gate to the decking. I had the key in the lock as I used my free hand to hold the waist of my leggings and knickers ready to pull them down. I couldn’t even think straight to work the lock as I squatted at the door with my trousers half down my bottom as more pee ran down my leg. Finally the door opened and I raced into the caravan swearing like a soldier: ‘Fucking hell I’m dying to piss. Where is the God damn toilet!’ My hands now pulling my clothes down as I was a fraction of a second away from unloading a massive stream on the carpet of the hire caravan when I pushed open a door and hobbled to the lavatory just as gallons of pee rushed out of me freely. I moaned loudly before finishing as quick as I could, letting the kids out the car and enjoying my meal with them. I was glad my dark leggings hid the leaks but my wet knickers stayed on until I went to bed. nappypants, waterrat, wannawatch and 5 others 8 Quote Link to comment
wannawatch 255 Posted April 6, 2019 Share Posted April 6, 2019 Wow !..that was one Hot real-life story. Loved it !!! I do hope though you and your kids had a joyous holliday . Mbgpeelover 1 Quote Link to comment
Marco 186 Posted April 6, 2019 Share Posted April 6, 2019 I like your stories! They are so genuine and well written! Mbgpeelover 1 Quote Link to comment
wettingman 1,586 Posted April 7, 2019 Share Posted April 7, 2019 Thank you for another amazing story of desperation , and some wetting. It umm had the usual effect. Mbgpeelover 1 Quote Link to comment
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