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  1. Gave my mum a ticket for an Ed Sheeran open air concert for her 50th birthday this year. It was going to be her first real concert since the 80s and she was super looking forward to it. On the day of the concert she dressed up even more than usual, tight jeans, white blouse, nice handbag and lots of makeup. It felt like the mother-son-date that the gift was supposed to be. As some of my friends (two guys, one girl) were going there by car, I asked them to join with my mum. So we carpooled to the concert venue with five people in my friend's new BMW 3-series and everything went astonishingly smooth, although parking space was already rare and the venue very crowded. My mum and I then separated from my friends at the concert venue. The supporting acts were great already, my mum and I had two beers each and really enjoyed the vibe of the event. My mum then said that she has to go to the toilet before Ed Sheeran comes on stage, so we went in the direction of the portapotties which were lined up to both sides of the stage. However, there were far to little of them. With about 90,000 thousand people in the venue, there were so many people in front of the toilets that you could not even see where a line would start or end. My mum was a little shocked about the situation, but she decided that she could hold it, so we went back to our original space and soon after, Ed Sheeran hit the stage. He then played for the next two hours and it really was a fantastic performance and magic night, especially for my mum. Totally worth the price and a little hassle. However, as soon as the concert ended, my mum was obviously reminded by her bladder because she grabbed my arm and I could see that she had crossed her legs tightly. When we slowly made our way to the exit, she crossed her legs every time we stood still and seemed a little nervous and agitated. Once we got closer to the toilet area, she said "Sorry, but I would really like to go the bathroom now...". I also had to go, but was not keen on waiting in line, so I decided I could hold it until home. Besides, my friends and I had agreed to meet at the car park as soon as possible after the concert. I told my mum that she could go, but we should hurry up afterwards to catch my friends. Once we got closer to the portapotties, it became obvious that the lines were even longer than earlier. "Please, I would really like to go..." , my mum said, so we waited. However, after about 10 minutes and some leg-crossing and pee-dancing by my mum, we had only made it about five metres in line and reaching the toilets would have taken at least another 20-30 minutes. I therefore convinced my mum to head to the car park as there might be another option to go. It took us another 15 minutes to get there, but there were no more toilets and also no bushes. My mum bent over a few times and looked a little unhappy about the situation now, but as my friends were already impatiently waiting at the car, we all jumped in and drove off. Tim was driving, next to him his girlfriend Anna, I was sitting in the middle, Chris to my right and my mum to my left. Space was tight, but as the drive was usually no longer than half an hour it was okay. It took us way longer than expected to even make it out of the car park. My mum obviously really had to go to the bathroom. We talked about the fantastic concert and when somebody asked my mum something, her answers were really short and strained. She constantly rubbed her right leg on mine, tapped her feet and pressed her legs together. Although she tried to hide her need from the others, it was quite obvious to me sitting right next to her, so I thought we might have to stop somewhere at a gas station for her, but she would tell us if necessary. Once on the highway, I could see that my mum discreetely opened the upper button of her jeans which led to her the top of her white panties. A little later she twice grabbed the inside of her upper legs quite hard and it was obvious to me that she was really desperate. When we left the highway and only had about 10 minutes until we were home my mum whispered in my ear and begged me to leave the car a little earlier and walk the rest of the way. I then told Tim the driver that he could drop us off at a crossing about 5min from our place. We caught several red lights and suddenly when we stopped at one of them, my mum seemed to shiver and both of her hands shot to her crotch. I decided that this was getting embarrassing and we should really get off the car. My mum seemed to have the same intentions and loosened her seatbelt with one hand and was about to get out of the car just when the light turned green and Tim started driving again. My mum didn't say anything, but she now had a terrified expression on her face. A few seconds later, maybe about a mile from home, I felt something wet on my left leg... The next moment my mum was shivering again and although she had one hand in her crotch I could see that there was pee flowing from her jeans onto the seat. I could not believe my eyes and just said something like: "Mum, what the fuck...!?". Now all others in the car also realized that there must be an issue and the first to catch on was Tim's girlfriend when she looked to us in the back. She first thought that my mum had spilled something, but my mum was beet red in the face and still spurting in her jeans somehow as I could still feel the seat getting wetter and wetter. Before we finally reached our destination I said: "I don't know what happened, but I think my mum just peed her pants..." I was still shocked and could not believe what I had just said. Everybody else first thought it was a joke, but once they looked at my mum, they realized I wasn't joking and now everybody else was shocked, too and they didn't know what to say. Before we got off, my mum said "I'm so sorry" and "I'll pay for this, of course" while almost crying. When we got off, I saw that her seat was totally wet and she had peed so much that it even got on my side and my jeans as well. My friends drove off and I stood there with my mum in the middle of our suburb, her tight jeans on the butt and upper part fully covered in urine and we now had to walk home like this. My mum seemed so embarrassed and did not say one word. I honestly have never seen something like this and have no idea how this could happen to a grown adult like her. Most embarrassing that all my friends also know about it now. Reminded me of another time about 15 years ago when my mum must have sharted on her way home from work and had accidently left her grey thong with a major poop stain in the sink to rinse while my friend from school and I walked into the bathroom to wash our hands.
  2. I've posted this before, buried in the comments and spread across a couple of posts in the School desperation sightings thread, but I kind of think it deserves its own thread (yes, very big headed of me!) So here we go. One of my most desperate experiences from school was being really bursting for a pee during a concert one evening. I used to play in the school band and we were one of the first to perform, so that left me free to enjoy the rest of the concert. Halfway through there was a short interval, and I thought I'd better go for a pee as by now I needed to go quite badly. I hadn't peed since a couple of hours before the concert started and by this time it was about 8pm. I'd had a big cup of tea and loads of water earlier, so my bladder was starting to get really full. I made my way to the toilets but there was a massive queue, so I decided to join my friends in the canteen where the teachers were handing out cans of fizzy drink. I ended up getting distracted and 15 minutes later, the teachers were hurrying us back into the hall. By now I had finished my drink and still hadn't had chance to pee! There wasn't time for me to nip to the loo so I walked back into the hall with everyone else, dying for a pee and faced with holding on for another hour at least. The next 45 minutes or so were very uncomfortable to say the least! Although I really needed a pee, I tried to focus on the concert and forget about the building pressure in my bladder, fidgeting in my seat to try and find a comfortable position. Every so often I would glance up at the clock, biting my lip and wishing time would speed up! However, with around 15 minutes to go I was absolutely bursting, and was starting to doubt whether I could last until the end. I was constantly squirming around in my seat, running my hands over my thighs and pressing down over my crotch to help me wait. I wished I could squeeze my cock through my trousers but I couldn't risk being caught by the teacher sat next to me, an attractive older lady who was quite strict. Time was going so slowly, and I was struggling to concentrate on the concert as by now my bladder was rock hard. I was absolutely desperate for a pee by now, just longing to get to a toilet and relieve myself. I thought about asking the teacher next to me if I could go, but I was too shy, not to mention we were sat right in the front row at the furthest side from the doors. To get to the loo I'd have to walk past every single person in the hall, and I was far too embarrassed. I decided to just hang on, grit my teeth and keep my muscles tight until the concert was finally over and I could pee. That was the longest 15 minutes of my life! There I was, sitting there with my bladder absolutely full to the brim and dying to relieve myself, right in the front row with no way to escape. At least while the bands were performing it was quite dark in the audience, so I took the opportunity to squirm around and squeeze my dick every so often to help me hold on. One of my band mates was sitting next to me, a very good looking girl in the year above me, and I'm sure she noticed me holding myself and was giggling with her friend. I didn't care by that point, all I wanted to do was make it to a toilet without soaking my grey school trousers. At one point, I was fidgeting so much that the teacher sat on the other side of me told me off, and asked me to sit still. I blushed and apologised to her, wondering if she knew why I was so fidgety! When the final band played, they finished with an upbeat rock and roll song ('I believe in a thing called love' by The Darkness, actually!) and we had to stand up and clap along. I really didn't want to, but the teacher sat next to me gestured for us all to get up and dance along. Although bouncing up and down was hard when I was on the verge of peeing myself, at least I could dance from foot to foot and squeeze my legs together, and allow myself the occasional cock squeeze when I felt myself about to leak pee into my boxers! Finally, the show was over, and I watched anxiously as the head music teacher stood on stage to thank everyone for coming. I was dying to rush off for a pee, but as we were right at the far end of the room, there was a huge queue to get out. I stood there bobbing on the spot slightly and shifting from foot to foot, holding my dick as discretely as I could, much to the amusement of the two giggling older girls next to me. As it was taking so long to get out, the teachers opened up another set of doors which were on our side. The problem was that these doors led to the school yard and away from the toilets. Not wanting to brave the crowds in the corridors and the inevitable toilet queue, I went out the doors to the yard and hurried across to the building next to the sports hall, hoping to use the toilets in there. As I jogged to the doors, I started to leak pee into my boxers, and I hoped more than anything that they were unlocked. Of course they weren't, and as I pushed against the locked door I swore in frustration. I felt a couple more leaks escape and I bent over, squeezing my dick like mad through my trousers. Luckily it was dark outside by this time, and this part of the school was poorly lit, meaning that nobody could see me bending and squeezing in utter desperation. It was no use, if I didn't find somewhere to pee soon, I'd be doing it in my trousers! Seconds away from soaking myself completely, I hurried around to the back of the sports hall where the bike sheds were. My heart pounding, I blushed at what I was about to do, but I had no other choice - I couldn't hold onto my pee any longer and it was starting to come out! Gripping my dick tightly with one hand, I jogged over to a dark secluded corner. I felt some more leaks escape, and felt the warmth as they dribbled down my leg. With shaking hands, I pulled open my fly and took out my dick, leaking even more pee into my boxers. I pointed my leaking cock at the wall and started peeing straight away, groaning with sheer relief. I was peeing and peeing, going for ages, my stream splashing hard against the wall, and I let the amazing feeling of relief wash over me as I finally got to pee after hanging on for so long. After finally relieving my poor aching bladder, and leaving splashes of pee all over the wall as well as a huge puddle on the concrete floor, I checked my trousers and boxers. My boxers were soaked with large damp patches of pee, and there were a couple of smaller patches on the crotch of my trousers, but luckily they were dark grey so not too noticeable. I zipped myself up and walked back to the main building to see my mates, secretly enjoying the feeling of my soaking wet boxers against my dick.
  3. Megan sighed as the water poured over her naked body. It splashed onto her brown, shoulder length hair, and trickled down over her shoulders, ran between her amble, yet humble, breasts and down across her flat stomach, acquired from years of gymnastics, and down toward her neatly shaved nether regions and muscular legs. But there was another reason that she was sighing. Megan had a small bladder, and because she was that kind of girly girl, she thought the college bathrooms were disgusting. She only visited them for the mid-period gossip session. So she often arrived home quite bursting. She tried to minimize this by using the bathroom before she left home for college. This often helped tremendously. She often took a shower right when she came home so she eventually figured out that she could pee while in the shower. She eventually managed the knack of peeing standing up. When she did it the first time, the feeling of the pee spraying out from her body felt so empowering. She could now do it whenever she wanted. But she still wasn't confident enough or brave enough to do it at school. She ran her long-nailed hands through her thick hair, rinsing out the shampoo. She then took her bath pouf and rubbed all over her body, taking special care to clean between her breasts and legs. She turned the water off and stepped out of the shower. She dried herself off and dressed in a pair of sky blue panties, a dark navy blue, almost black, bra, a black t-shirt, and a comfortable pink little skirt that she could wear to sleep. For dinner, there was pizza and spicy chicken wings. Megan hadn't had this particular meal for so long, she came downstairs to the kitchen and dove right into the food. This unfortunately, caught up to her. She had to stop and take large gulps of milk to quench the heat, but one cup wasn't enough and she had to down three cups before the burning subsided to a manageable level. The rest of Megan's dinner passed rather uneventfully. * * * * * * * * * * * * Megan was up until almost midnight finishing her homework, and right before she went to bed, she barely remembered to use the bathroom right before going to sleep. Her body had processed the dinner, and some of the milk that she had guzzled at dinner. But the remainder of the milk was still in her system. She went to sleep that night with two and a half glasses of liquid in her body. * * * * * * * * * * * * Megan's big brown eyes snapped open the next morning to the sound of her mother yelling. "COME ON MEGAN! YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO BE UP AN HOUR AGO! YOU'RE GOING TO BE LATE!" Her mother shouted before disappearing to who knows where. Megan jumped out of bed and stripped to her underwear, not caring about modesty at this point. She remembered that today was her boyfriend, Bryan's, concert for band. She decided that she should wear something nice. She decided to wear a nice flowery dress with a small sleeveless denim jacket. She ran down the stairs, grabbed a granola bar from the pantry for breakfast, slipped on a pair of rubber sandals and ran out the door. Now that she was out of the house, she could start walking. She was suddenly hit by the realization that in all the hurry she had been in, she had not used the bathroom. "Hey," Megan shrieked and miraculously, maintained control of her bladder. It was just Bryan. She smacked him. "Dumbass, don't scare me like that." She said, pouting. "Don't pretend you're not happy to see me." He replied. That was true. Every day that she saw him was like a light being brought into her life. She loved everything about him, his scent, his smile, his laugh. "So, are you nervous for your concert today?" She asked with a smile. "Well now that you mention it, yes I am. Thanks for that." He replied dryly. "Aww baby. You'll do so well." She said, rubbing up against his arm. "Thanks for the vote of confidence." * * * * * * * * * * * * In her first class, Megan realized she was in trouble. She couldn't stop shifting. She didn't hold herself, but she did discretely cross her legs, and bounce them when no one was watching. She could feel the hot piss stored in her bladder, at the edge of her urethra, waiting for the failure in muscle control or focus to come rushing out. She was not going to let that happen. She looked feverishly at the clock. Okay. One more class period and then she could dash to the least dirty restroom on campus, the faculty one. One of her good friends, Kesha, had stolen one of the keys and gotten a copy made so whoever absolutely needed to go could do so. But there was only one person with the key, Kesha. And if she wasn't here, you were out of luck. The bell suddenly rang, causing Megan to lose control for a fraction of a second. There were no wet patches, but it did bring the pee closer to the opening of her urethra. Her lower lips trembled. Could she really keep it all inside? Over 12 hours' worth of piss? But just to check, she ran/shuffled to the bathroom. She dashed inside a stall and locked the door. She lifted up the bottom of her dress and felt around. She felt a bit of a wet spot and panicked. I thought I didn't leak yet! But wait. There was something strange about the spot. She reached inside her panties and felt around for the wet spot. When she found it, she realized what the wet spot really was. It was her love juice, the result of her arousal. Why am I so aroused by this? She wondered. The five-minute warning bell rang and Megan remembered where she had to be. She ran out of the bathroom as fast as she could with a full bladder to her next class. The next class wasn't so bad. But that was because she wasn't focused on her bladder, well, not directly. She was focused on why she felt so aroused. The feeling of a full bladder wasn't exactly something to be turned on about, but she was anyway. After what felt like 5 minutes, she was shaken out of her trance by the bell. "You ready to go?" Megan whirled around and once again almost lost control but she saw it was just Bryan. "I told you, don't do that!" She snipped, angrily. "Sorry, I thought you heard me coming. C'mon, let's get to the auditorium. I need to change still." He continued, then walked away. "Wait!" Megan called. She walked as fast as she could without holding herself. She could see confusion in Bryan's expression. "Hey Meg, what's wrong?" He said, concerned. "Are you hurt?" "No… I … just needtopee." She said, the last part coming out in a rush. Bryan quickly looked away and tried to act casual. "Well… why don't you just go in the bathroom? I'll wait." He said. "No. Those bathrooms are disgusting. I'll rather pee in a bottle than in that thing." She replied. Bryan knew it wasn't smart to go arguing with Megan. She would always win. "Well, whatever, but don't cause yourself any pain." He said. "Now then, I've got to go get warmed up and changed. You think you'll be okay?" Megan nodded. "See you later then." * * * * * * * * * * * * Megan spotted her group of friends in the back of the auditorium. "Hey guys, where's Kesha? I really need to pee." She said, swaying her hips back and forth. "Kesha's out sick today. I feel you babe, I'm pretty desperate myself." Her friend Carly responded. Yeah, right. You haven't been holding for over 12 hours straight. She thought but corkscrewed her face into what she hoped was a smile. "Okay then, I'll just go sit over there." She smiled, jabbing over her shoulder. She quickly got over to one of the seats in the back and crossed her legs and buried her hands in her crotch. She could feel herself being turned on by the whole thing. Her clit and bladder pulsed to the same rhythm, the beat of her pounding heart. Then the concert began, and she was lost in the world of music. She was vaguely aware that she leaked the tiniest amount and she put her hand down in her privates to help her hold. * * * * * * * * * * * * When the concert ended, Megan had to remove her hand to clap and gasped. More pee was making its way out of her tortured bladder. She clapped hurriedly and stuffed a hand back into her crotch. It was lunch hour now, so students were free to do what they wanted. She decided to wait here for Bryan. Maybe he could help her hold. It seemed like an eternity, but he did finish and when he got to her he raised an eyebrow. "What're you up to?" "I'm bursting. Please…Ah!" She leaked a little more. She threw her hands under her dress so she wouldn't ruin it and looked at Bryan with pleading eyes. "Help… me hold it! I'm going to leak any second!" Bryan looked uncomfortable to say the least, but he did do what she asked her. Just not the way she expected. Somehow, he slid behind her on the seat so she was between his legs. She could feel his boner poking her in the small of the back. They had sex before, so it wasn't weird, but she did make a mental note to ask him about that. He reached over, and put pressure on her already-clamped hands. "Move your hands so I can get a better grip." He murmured in her ear. She whimpered but complied. She trusted Bryan to not let her leak. He put the most amazing pressure on her pee hole, rubbing it in circles, keeping it in with pure power. "Hang on, I have an idea. You're going to have to stand up though." He said. "NO! If I stand up, I'm going to pee myself!" She exclaimed, horrified at the thought. "You have to. One…" "NO! Don't do this!" "Two…" "Please Bryan!" "THREE!" He stood up, with Megan, spun around her, and sat her down again in the blink of an eye. "Well that wasn't so bad now was it?" He said with a smirk. "Okay now what's your idea. It better be good cause you're going to end up with a big pissy mess if you don't." Before Megan knew what was happening, Bryan pulled her dress up, and pushed the entire heel of his hand into Megan's hot, throbbing, desperate lips. She may have groaned. It felt so good to have so much external pressure on her pee hole. "Oh… Bryan keep OH!... just… right… YES!" She was reduced to a gibbering mess. Suddenly… the beginning of the end. A single spurt made its way out of Megan's aching slit. "Nonono, Bryan put more pressure!" She told him. He was pushing with his entire body weight, but couldn't stop the inevitable. Another spurt came out. Longer that the last by a second. Then another. And another. Bryan's hand had been joined by Megan's two and all three were trying to contain the flood, but all three were getting wet. "NNNNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Megan groaned. Her trembling muscles finally gave out and a rush of liquid gold came pouring out of Megan's desperate pussy, soaking their hands, the seat and her panties. She was also suddenly hit by the most massive orgasm of her life. Bryan tried to minimize the damage by slamming his mouth over the stream and drank every last milliliter. But the damage was done. Megan tried to recover from what was undeniably the most enjoyable experience ever. Then she remembered something. "Are you into seeing me desperate?" She asked Bryan. His averted eyes and flushed cheeks told the whole story. "Um, I guess so. I just thought it was hot that you were so close to wetting yourself. Please don't dump me." What? "What makes you think that I would dump you?" "You don't think that it's disgusting?" "Buddy," Megan began "I was probably just as turned on as you, if not more. Why would I be turned on by something that's disgusting?" "Fair point." "Now as your reward for minimizing the damage to the seat and your honesty, I give you this pair of pissed-in panties." She said, slipping it down her legs and handing it to Bryan. "Are you just going to wear no panties for the rest of the day?" "Yeah, I like it like that. Much breezier and freer. You should try it sometime." "You just got to be careful no one takes advantage of it…" Bryan gave her a predatory look full of lust. "Unless that somebody's you… Do what you want baby." She said, lying back in the auditorium seats, and spreading her legs wide, giving her boyfriend a full memory of her cleanly-shaven pussy.
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    so my girlfriend and i had another adventure recently. we had just come back from an amazing dinner and concert with her dad, and she drove the me back to her place. after we had dropped off her dad and his girlfriend, she looked at me, pretty pissed off. we both had a great time, but she said she had to pee really bad. i smirked a bit because she already knew this was my thing. i told her that it could be fun, and she drove on pretty easily. she complained a few more times that she had to go, but all i could do was laugh a bit at her predicament. "it's not funny!" she snapped at me. "it's actually kind of hotter when you're angry. makes it more genuine." we managed to get back to the house with dry clothes, but it was about 1 in the morning. the two people in the house were in a drug-induced sleep. "i knew i should have taken the keys..." she said as she stood angrily in place, knocking on the door softly so as to gently wake anybody up. i felt no shame in banging on the door a bit. one person was upstairs probably stoned out of her mind, and the other was probably even worse off on painkillers. somebody had to open the door, though. she looked at me with wide eyes in pure fury. "it had to be done." i said simply. she said "this isn't funny. i have to pee so bad." i kind of shied away from the conversation as she squatted down and muttered to herself. she finally decided to ring the doorbell, so she opened the garage. i stayed put and the woman who owned the house opened up for me just as she rang. that night, we didn't do much of anything. she made it to the bathroom and let herself go. i could have picked the lock easily, as i did a few times before out of mischief but i let this one go. she didn't seem too happy, and there would probably be many more opportunities to mess with her.
  5. Hi, this is a thread to talk about situations where public convenience wetting is somewhat "acceptable" in that the circumstances sort of allow it to an extent.