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  1. Nah, I don't think I've ever seen her pee outside. But if it is an emergency like it obviously was, I think she would generally do it. When she got to the toilet queue the second time, I did not think that she needs some time alone. I mean, for what? You would not think that your grown mother would need some time alone in a busy shop to pee in her pants quietly, right? And if she wanted to hide she should have better gone outside as it was already dark. I guess if she had leaked in her jeans outside without attracting any attention then maybe neither my friend nor I would have noticed anything. Finally, I still don't really understand how this could happen because the circumstances were not that unfortunate. She had to pee when she was with three males and there was a line for the women's bathroom, period. Such circumstances will probably happen to most women at least several times a week, so I probably do not want to know how often my mum will then be very desperate in her day-to-day life and maybe pee her pants, even in school...;-)
  2. Well, I guess the line for the women's restroom might have taken about 10-15 minutes the first and second time. If I remember correctly, there were also about three dudes waiting in line for the men's restroom. The first time my mum was a little unsure whether she should wait in line I guess, but I was the one who suggested to look for another bathroom somewhere outside as I did not want to stand around and wait for my mum for 15 minutes. If she had been alone, she would have most likely waited in line I think. She never made any effort to cut in line, I don't know why. Would have certainly been the easier way instead of looking for another bathroom which wasn't there in the end.
  3. And by the way: Later that day I found my mum's thong in front of our washing machine when I wanted to do my own laundry. Her panty liner was still wedged inside and it was still totally soaked and reeked of pee. So my mum did obviously not just leak or dribble a little pee, but rather must have gone on herself full stream for a few seconds which makes me wonder if she lacks total control over her pee muscles at her age already.
  4. I agree, it's certainly not a conscious decision to go in your pants, but it is a conscious decision to put off going to the bathroom for so long that you run the risk of having an accident. At least as long as you do not have any medical issues, which is debatable in my mum's case, an adult should approximately know how long he or she can hold it before risking to pee their pants. And where I live you will never get a criminal record from just peeing in public.
  5. I mostly agree with what you say, fetisher. Especially when you write: It was quite busy in the city centre, but even if there are no secluded trees or bushes she could have easily squatted between two cars by the side of the road. My friend and I could have even given her some shelter and since it was dark already, nobody would have seen her pussy or butt. In comparison I would say that the option of having an accident is rather "unthinkable" and humiliating compared to "unacceptable", so I would always choose "unacceptable" if I were in such a situation. Instead, she chose to wait until she started leaking in her pants like a little kid although she had always told us to go to the bathroom early enough and "always say when you have to go" when my brother and I were little kids. It was even very embarrassing for me as I think that my friend could not oversee how my mum's jeans were getting wet in the end.
  6. Actually, I think as a teacher she is supposed to have a rather strong bladder, but I guess you are probably right. She never went to a doctor and I also don't remember that she said something about taking a medication for a UTI. What I still don't understand in the case of being "just desperate" is then why she did not try to find a bathroom way earlier. I guess no sane adult would wait with going to the bathroom until he or she is on the verge of an accident as long as bathrooms are available.
  7. ...my mum then got up again and when she got up I saw that she grabbed or rather stroked the area of her pussy for a split second. Then she paid for my suit, all the time with her legs tightly crossed and her legs jiggling a little from time to time. She also quietly asked the cashier something that I could not understand, but I guess she asked him where the restrooms were. We then had to wait for my friend to pay as well before we made our way downstairs together with her teacher colleague. My mum's teacher colleague suggested that we could go and have another mulled wine or tea at the Christmas market. On the ground floor we passed a sign for the restrooms. When my mum saw the sign, she said: "Eeehhhmmm....I'm really sorry, but I think I will just go and quickly use the restroom before we have another drink...." "No problem.", said her teacher colleague and we all went in the directions of the restrooms. Turns out there is a huge line for the women's restroom, but even a shorter line for the men's restroom as well. I then suggested that we should probably find another restroom and that there would certainly be another restroom somewhere outside at the Christmas market. My mum did not look happy at all, but we went outside to the Christmas market. As we did not immediately see any restrooms outside, my mum's colleague suggested that we could just have one more drink quickly and then he would have to leave anyway. I could see that my mum wanted to protest at first, but she didn't and her colleague was already queuing to get four mulled wine. The cups were hot, but not that big, so we slowly drank this delicious mulled wine and talked a bit about this and that. I got the impression that this colleague really liked my mum and I started to wonder whether they were having an affair. Anyway, my mum must have had more urgent thoughts (most probably not about her colleague) as she was standing next to me and I could feel on my legs how her legs were constantly jiggling while stomping her feet on the ground under our high table. My mum drank her wine veeeeery slowly and after she had drunk half of it, she said that she can't finish it, so I drank the rest. We then said goodbye to her colleague. As soon as he was gone, my mum said that we could stay and have another drink while she would quickly try to find a bathroom. In her voice I could hear that she must have been really desperate by now. Since my friend and I did not want to have another drink and I was the one who suggested that there must be another restroom somewhere around the Christmas market, we decided to help my mum find a restroom and follow her. We quickly looked around the Christmas market, but there seemed to be no toilets close by, so my mum decided to go back to the store to use the restroom there. She was really in a hurry now and kind of speed-walked in the direction of the store. As soon as she got inside, she immediately headed for the toilets. However, when we reached the toilets, the line was just as long as before with about 10-12 women waiting in line. My mum saw the line and said: "Eeeeehhhmm....okay....eeeeeehmmm...I think I will probably have to find another bathroom...", and off she ran. "Maybe you guys want to wait here...I'll be back in a few minutes!?" But I did not mind and my friend did not say anything. While my mum asked this question facing us, her legs were pressed together really tight and it looked like my mum tried to rub her pussy with one thigh. She also had one hand behind her back, probably massaging her butt or peehole from behind. She then sped off towards the escalators to the second floor and when she walked up the escalators she kinda walked in a strange way. My friend and I followed behind and saw that the second floor was the one for women's lingerie, so my mum probably thought there must also be a toilet somewhere. She seemed to look around frantically. Just when I wanted to suggest that I would find a sales clerk and ask for another toilet, my mum went into a crouching position right between two clothes racks. We came closer and I asked my mum what's up. She said "nothing", but still remained in that crouching position. My friend seemed concerned as well and asked her if she is okay. She said: "It's okay....I just....I think I have a bladder infection or something, so my stomach is hurting. But I'll be okay!" Even in the crouching position my mum seemed really fidgety and constantly bobbed up and down with her knees and ass. She then got up and obviously wanted to walk in the other direction, when she crouched again, this time only after maybe walking for five metres. "Muuuum, what's up? Are you sure, you're okay??" She then replied: "Eeehmm....ehmmm...maybe not.....okay...so this has never happened before, but I think I have a bladder infection and I suddenly feel like I have to go to the bathroom....like....like right now...." I suggested that she should just jump the bathroom queue downstairs or use the men's bathroom. My mum got up, but after only two metres she crouched again and said: "ohmyygod.....it hurts so bad I can't even walk any more...." I said: "Come on, mum, let's go downstairs....!" She replied: ".....I'm serious....I think I can't....like I really can't walk right now..." I got a little impatient now and tried to help my mum up with two hands and make her walk. We slowly walked in the direction of the escalators, when my mum suddenly stood still, crossed her legs really really hard without saying anything and the next moment I noticed that she now had a wet spot on her butt and it looked liked she had pooped diarrhea on her jeans. She then grabbed her butt with one hand really hard and hobbled towards the clothes racks before crouching again. It all went really fast, but when I saw my mum crouching I noticed some wetness underneath her on the carpet and also on the pussy and butt area of her jeans. While she was crouching, she hastily took of her winter jacket and tried to tie it around her waist. She managed to hide her butt and also her pussy area quite well, so I could not see much wetness. I did not even know if my friend realized what had happened, but he suddenly said that he would take the train to go home now. He said goodbye to me and my mum and left with his bag. My mum, however, got up and walked towards a changing room and since I had not comprehended what I had just seen and did not know what to do, I just followed my mum and also went into the little changing room. As soon as I got in, my mum began to shout at me in a whisper, saying that "this is all your fucking fault...I told you I have a bladder infection and need a bathroom....and I still have to fuckin pee...." She then pulled out some tissues from her handbag and started to dab herself dry. First her jeans from the outside, then she pulled down her jeans just a little, I guess in order for me not to see anything. However, I could still see that she was wearing some grey thong that had now turned into a darker grey in the crotch area and even a thin pantyliner which obviously did not help much soaking up her pee. She even stuffed two tissues inside her wet thong to soak up the rest of the urine from her shaved pussy I guess. Ok guys, that's it for now, my mum was really furious with me, but I did not really get why. Also, I'm not sure if she really had a bladder infection. Anyway, hope you like this story, comments and opinions always welcome!
  8. I have always had a fascination with female teacher's peeing habits, but of course not with my mum who is a high school teacher as well. Anyway, I'm sure you guys are interested to hear this totally embarrassing story as I'm still trying to figure out whose fault it is and how this could happen and whether my 44-year-old mum is just too shy or really had a UTI? Maybe you guys have an opinion on that!? Anyway, two days before Christmas my mum and I met up in town to buy me a new suit which was supposed to be a Christmas present from my mum. We met at a Christmas market in the city center where my mum had some mulled wine and tea with some of her high school teacher colleagues for a little Christmas celebration after school. I brought a good friend along as he needed a new suit as well. My mum had never met him before, so I introduced them to each other. My mum, on the other hand, introduced a male teacher colleague to me and my friend. This colleague planned to join us as he wanted to buy a new coat or something. As soon as my mum and her colleague had finished their drinks, we went off to a large clothing store which was close by. Right when we entered the store, my mum and her colleague met some older pupils from their high school and they started talking for 5-10 minutes. "How are you, Mrs Gerner?", "Are you also shopping Christmas presents, Mrs Gerner?", "Have a happy holiday, Mrs Gerner!", etc. I just hoped this would not continue as shopping would take forever otherwise. Then finally we went to the top floor where the men's clothes are. There were quite a few people, but we still found a nice male sales clerk who showed us some suits and explained everything we needed. We took our time to look at different models and tried on several of them. While my mum's colleague went looking for a coat in another area of the store, my mum stayed with us and also gave comments on how we looked and which model she would prefer. After a while though, I noticed that my mum seemed to get a little restless and she either seemed to rub her legs together or stood with her legs crossed, which kinda highlighted the triangle of her pussy through her tight blue jeans. But my mum did not say anything about needing to pee or the like. Only after several more minutes, she told us to hurry up a little as she still had "some other appointments" after shopping. Although she most likely tried to be especially subtle in front of the sales clerk and my friend, I could see that my mum was really fidgety now and her most important "appointment" seemed to be the one with a bathroom. But my friend and I still had to try on a few more suits. When each of us had decided for a specific suit, we told the sales clerk and he took the suits and directed us to the checkout on the same floor. As we walked in the direction of the checkout, my mum kept looking around and turned her head left and right, most probably in order to spot a restroom somewhere, but obviously there was none on this floor. Instead of a restroom, she spotted her colleague who had just paid his stuff and they began to chat about their shopping experience. As they kept chatting, the pee must have been pressing really hard on my mum's bladder as she could hardly stand still anymore, although she seemed to try hard with her thighs pressed together and her ass clenched tight. Her colleague then said that he would wait for us and we finally made our way to the checkout. There was a line of about five or six people. By now, my mum had become rather quiet and seemed to look straight ahead with her legs crossed while probably silently cursing about the queue. I stood behind her and it looked as if her ass muscles were working as well, clenching them hard in her jeans. When there were only two more people in line ahead of us, my mum suddenly crouched to the floor and kept her thighs really close together. She then tied her shoelaces or at least pretended to do so while still crouching on the floor... to be continued...
  9. She was grabbing her pussy right until she pulled down her jeans and panties, so she must have definitely been close to losing it. Maybe she had already dribbled some pee drops in her panties, but her jeans certainly seemed to be dry.
  10. That's true. However, I'm still thinking what would've happened if there had not been a little bucket on the plane. I can't imagine that she would have really pissed herself in her seat in front of her son and nephews.
  11. Guys, I still can't believe this happened. My aunt Alexandra (Alex), my Dad's older sister who had just turned 50 years old, came to visit us with her 15-year-old son (our cousin Jason) last weekend. She is quite funny and my brother and I really like her. Although she is quite chubby (not overweight) she still looks attractive for her age, especially with her long blonde hair. Anyway, my little brother is about to become a commercial airline pilot and also has a license to fly smaller airplanes. I had flown with him several times already, but my aunt and cousin had not. My brother suggested to take us on a little roundtrip, which really excited my cousin, but my aunt was reluctant at first as she does not really like flying. Somehow we got her convinced though and my brother, my cousin, my aunt and I climbed a little Cessna last Saturday to fly for about 2 hours. As it was my cousin's first flight on such a plane, he wanted to sit in the front with my brother and my aunt and I climbed the backseats, where there is not much leg and head space. My aunt seemed really anxious and tense and she even grabbed my arm quite hard during take-off. My cousin, however, really seemed to enjoy himself. The weather was good, although not perfect, as the flight was a little shaky due to some strong side winds. After about 45 minutes I became aware that my aunt was moving her legs quite a lot as we were sitting really close together and our legs were kinda touching each other. This went on for a few minutes until she even started to knock her knees together for a while. It is quite loud on the plane and we were all wearing headphones, but she then leaned over and whispered in my ear that she really has to go to the bathroom and I could tell my brother to "fly a little faster to get back home quickly". I told my brother and he said that we would be back in around 30-45 minutes, but he can't really fly much faster. My aunt seemed to accept her fate for the next 10 minutes and looked outside the window. Then suddenly she obviously had to press her legs together hard several times and she now looked really upset and desperate. After a few more minutes she announced: "Guys, I'm really sorry about this, but I really really have to go to the bathroom now and I'm not gonna make it until we are back home. Can we maybe find another airport where we can? Please, please, it really is an emergency. I will also pay for it if necessary!" My cousin seemed really annoyed and ashamed for his mum, but of course my brother checked the options, but there seemed to be no airport much closer than where we were heading anyway. When he told my aunt, she did not really want to believe it and said: "Pleaaaaaassssse, pleease, we need to find an option! I'm serious, I cannot hold this much longer!" Another five minutes of squirming later, my aunt had tears in her eyes and said, almost crying: "Guys, I don't care anymore. Do we have anything that I could pee into? It really is about to come out in my pants!!!" She now had one hand between her legs, maybe even grabbing her crotch. My brother asked her if she is serious and then said that there must be some kind of bucket behind our seats. I looked for it and indeed, there was a little white bucket with a screwdriver and some other things in it. I emptied it and handed it to my aunt, who immediately took off her shoes, climbed the seat right next to me with one hand between her jeans legs, squatting position with her ass facing me and trying to get her jeans of while in this position and the plane shaking a little. She waited a little, maybe trying to regain her composure, then pulled of her dark jeans and her black panties in one go and full on started pissing into the bucket about one second later. It was surreal as she was just 20 to 30 centimetres next to me. After only maybe 5 or 6 seconds, everything was over. She did not even ask for a tissue, but just pulled her panties and jeans up again, although I could see about two drops of pee dripping on her seat. She then sat in her seat again, put the bucket between her legs and said laughing: "Really sorry about this, boys, but I really could not hold it. This was maybe the most embarrassing thing I've ever done, but at least I'm feeling much better now!"
  12. So, every year my mum and I meet with two other women and their sons in a city somewhere in Germany. As we were all born in the same hospital, my mum, Sabine, met the other mums, Jess and Gabi, there and they made it a tradition to see each other with their sons every year. By now, we are all 20-somethings and our mums are in their early to mid-forties. This year we stayed at a hotel in a city in the south of Germany. As there was a makeshift Octoberfest going on in a few restaurants, we reserved a table for the last evening. Apart from us not wearing traditional Bavarian dresses, we had several mugs of beer and some great food while listening to Bavarian music. My mum (and probably Gabi and Jess as well) hardly ever drink beer, but at such a location they hardly had a choice and drank quite an amount of beer and mixed beer as well. By the end of the evening, everybody was at least a little tipsy and, of course, all the Ladies had to go to the bathroom together before we left. Once we got outside to breath some fresh air, the three mums realized that they were quite tipsy and they held each other's arms like best friends and giggled quite a lot. We then walked around a little, but due to Covid there was not much going on in terms of bars or clubs and it was also getting cold. We called a taxi, but they told us it would take about 20 minutes to get a cab big enough to fit all six of us. While waiting, I noticed that Sabine was standing cross-legged with her hand on her stomach. She looked around as if searching for something. She then said, that she'll be back in a few minutes and walked away a little. Gabi: "Where are you going? Do you have to pee again already??" Sabine: "Ehhhh....yeah...I'm going bathroom hunting...." However, after about five minutes, my mum came back looking quite unhappy and she said that all restaurants were closed already and there were no public toilets. "Can you hold it until we're home?", Jess asked. "Ehhh...yeah....I think so. But it would have been better to find a bathroom now.", my mum replied. "Why don't you find a bush somewhere around if it's urgent?", Jess suggested. "Nah, it's okay." And then I could hear that my mum whispered quietly in Jess' direction. "I have to poop!" I almost started laughing when I heard her saying it, but I think the other boys did not. Sabine stood with her legs close together and I noticed that she was massaging her tight jeans butt with one hand from time to time. She then put one hand in the jeans pocket on her butt, maybe rubbing her butt with her fingers through the pocket. Just before the taxi arrived, she got stiff, pretended to stretch a little, but from behind it clearly looked like she had to clench her ass cheeks rather hard. "Ugh...I really gotta go now." We then boarded the taxi and as soon as we were inside, Gabi said that she also feels like she has to pee again. Jess then announced that it would only be a 15-20 minute ride. My mum was sitting in the middle row between me and Tobi while the other mums and Chris had a lot of fun laughing in the back row. Sabine, however, was rather quiet and seemed to concentrate on her need while looking straight ahead. She bent her knees inward from time to time and also started jiggling her legs more and more. As we were all sitting rather close, Sabine's legs were rubbing on Tobi's and mine. Suddenly, Sabine grabbed my leg really hard and kinda lifted herself up from her seat. "What's wrong, mum!?" She did not answer immediately, but kept rubbing her stomach and thighs. "Ehhh...having some stomach cramps...I don't know" A few minutes later, my mum got incredibly desperate. She could not sit still at all any more, but was moving from side to side, leg to leg frantically while trying to grab her butt with one hand underneath. Her knuckles got white from pinching her thigh with one hand and she said with dry lips: "I'm so sorry, but I really really really really need a bathroom. Like right now!!!" "Are you serious, honey!?", Jess said from the back. "Just hold on a few more minutes and we're there." Seeing the state that my mum was in, I then asked the driver to stop somewhere with a bathroom. His reply with a heavy Russian accent was just: "No bathroom here...no bathroom!" My mum then seemed to have another cramp and it seemed like she had to use all her might to hold on while unbuckling herself, moving to the edge of the seat and asking the driver to stop in a desperate voice. "Sir, please let me out!! Sir, Sir! Please stop, I need to get out....now please!!!!!" However, the driver did not seem to understand. I then smelled something like a fart and my pretty and always composed mum must have forgotten her dignity completely. She had now grabbed her butt with one hand and was obviously trying to close her sphincter with her middle finger while shouting at the driver: "Stoooooopppppppp!" He then reduced the speed and said something inaudible, but somehow I guess he could not stop as we were on some expressway. My mum once again shouted: "Sir, you need to stop.right.now!!!" He then said: "Ok ok...I will stop somewhere." But he still drove on for a few more minutes, while my mum was in incredible desperation on the edge of her seat. My mum then sat back on the seat again and put her head in between her knees not looking up. She said to me in a surprisingly calm voice: "Open the window!" But I could see that her hands and legs were trembling. Suddenly, a really bad smell hit my nostrils and mixed with my mum's perfume. I had opened the window, but it was still very pungent. A few seconds later Chris shouted from the back: "Oh my god, who the fuck farted in here?" My mum was still hunched over in her seat and when Tobi and I asked her if she is okay, she did not reply. The driver seemed to notice the smell as well and asked if we still wanted to go to the hotel. I asked my mum if he should stop, but she just said: "Whatever..." We all had the windows open now which made the smell much better, but since it got quite cold we luckily arrived at the hotel soon after. Everybody got out, except my mum and me as she still had her head between her knees as if she was sleeping. She said that I should get out first, so I kinda had to climb around her. Only when I was out of the taxi, she climbed out as well, put her handbag over her butt while still holding herself and ran into the hotel lobby and in the direction of the elevators. The others wanted to stay in the lobby to have another drink, but I ran behind my mum to see what she was up to. When I joined her in the elevator, I saw how red-faced and embarrassed she looked. The smell hit me again and I asked her if she is okay. "What do you think, Sherlock? I just shit my pants in front of everybody, so how okay do you think I am!?"
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