knockonthedoor 1,210 Posted March 31, 2022 Popular Post Share Posted March 31, 2022 (edited) A/N: For those not familiar with my work, know that feedback and your honest comments are more than appreciated! For fans of my current project, this doesn’t mean that its over, I’m just taking a short break. When you’re done reading, I’ll have a few questions at the end for you that may help me as a writer. Would love your thoughts! Oh, and the tags relate to upcoming chapters if they’re not in this first chapter. Kind of like a sneak peak! Chapter 1 A black sedan traveled up the on-ramp. To outsiders, it was as inconspicuous as any other car on the road. For college-bound Ashlynn, it was an emotional stew of boredom, melancholy and brooding. Silence dominated much of the early trip, as the car took her away from the only town she’d ever known. Away from her friends, and her status. High school had been her domain. She’d found herself among others. They liked her and she liked them. But as the familiar landmarks grew distant, the reality of her situation set in. Gone was the comfort of sameness and familiarity, here was the storm of uncertainty. The future. Michelle felt stilted. This was her daughter. And they sat in silence, no closer than two strangers on an airplane. Trying to deny the reality of their relationship, she tried to jumpstart a conversation “I hope it’s not still cold up north. Do you think I should have brought a jacket?” “It’s August, Mom.” “But they get, you know, snow up there.” “Not in the summer.” “I know, but that has to mean it’s cold. Right?” “Not in August.” Michelle would have had a better time trying to push a bolder up a grassy hill. Their conversation hit a wall, not thirty seconds in. The awkwardness returned, both mother and daughter now aware of it. Michelle tried again “I hope we can understand them up there. Doesn’t Boston have a weird accent?” “It’ll be fine.” “Oh. What about sports, don’t they like sports?” “A lot of people like sports.” “But you should be educated. Did you remember to ask Dad about their teams and stuff?” “Patriots, Bruins, Celtics and Red Sox. I got it Mom.” “Are they good?” “Mostly. Patriots are really good.” “So you did ask your Dad like I asked. Glad you’ve started taking my advice!” “I know that because I like football Mom.” Ashlynn exhaled, annoyed “Why couldn’t Dad have driven me? At least I could talk sports with him.” “Because I wanted to. You can talk sports with me” “Do you even know what team we root for?” “The…Bengals?” “Jaguars.” Ashlynn rolled over, towards the window and rested her head on her hands. “Are we any good?” “No. Wake me when we get there.” This wasn’t how it was supposed to go. Michelle had seen it in movies before. The sentimental goodbye always brought families together. And here they were, further apart than ever before, and caked in silence again. The first planned stop was a welcomed one. Ashlynn had made a statement by falling asleep, and had left Michelle to her thoughts. But a coffee stop gave Michelle an opening, an excuse to reengage with her daughter. “Ash…Ashlynn, honey, wake up.” “Mmmph. Wh-what?” “Coffee. What do you want?” Ashlynn rubbed her eyes. She hadn’t actually planned to fall asleep, but at least it had whittled down the length of their trip. They hadn’t reached the coffee chain yet as her mother asked again “What do you want?” “Caramel Frappuccino, with extra caramel drizzle, whipped cream, caramel crunch and ice. Can you make sure it’s with heavy cream and a mix of Honey Blend and Frappuccino Roast coffees too?” Michelle stared at her daughter blankly “You know, why don’t you order Ash?” “Fine.” The quiet of a distant relationship settled back in as Michelle turned into the parking lot. As she pulled up to the drive thru, her daughter raised a concern “Can we like…go inside?” “Why?” “I um…kind of have to use the bathroom.” Ashlynn felt slightly embarrassed as she acknowledged the fact “We’re getting gas in five minutes. You can hold it.” “Ugh! Gas stations are so gross! Can’t we just go here?” “Well, I don’t have to go. This’ll be much easier for me if you’ll wait.” Ashlynn folded her arms and sat back, pouting “Fine. I’m just going to hold it. It’s your fault if my kidney’s explode!” Michelle rolled her eyes. She forgave her daughter for only being a teenager, but that didn’t make the petty disagreement any less annoying. The two ordered their iced drinks, an uneventful occurrence if it wasn’t for Ashlynn’s complex order. Michelle felt like apologizing to the barista, but the dead eyed look in his face was enough to convince her that he had delt with worse. Perhaps it was because of the simplicity in her order; an iced coffee with just cream and sugar, that prevented a hateful look. The quick drive to the gas station was equally as uneventful. Quietly sipping on their drinks, Michelle hoped that it wasn’t a mistake to drive her daughter to college alone. As she stopped the sedan at the pump, Ashlynn climbed out with her mother, who noted “Get me a water while you’re in there Ash. And let me know how clean they are.” “I’m just buying snacks mom. I told you, I’m not…”She looked around, hoping none of the other patrons could hear her “I’m not going here.” “We’re not stopping for a while.” “I’m not a little kid! I’ll be fine! Ugh! You’re such a mom!” Not knowing if that she should be offended by the insult, Michelle started to pump gas into the car. She took the time to play her wavy, deeply brown hair, which found itself in a neat ponytail. A slight twinge in her bladder let her know that the coffee was working, but it was easy to ignore. She uttered a cruse as she looked down, the gas pump had left a mark on her light, high-waisted cutoff jeans. She rubbed the mark, but to no avail. Grumbling, and already in a bad mood, she waited for the pump to be done as she saw the bright yellow leggings her daughter was sporting exit the store. At least Ashlynn had grabbed her a water. I should have peed. Ashlynn had begun to regret her defiant stunt as she crossed her legs. She had tried to go back to sleep, but the caffeine and sugar had combined to force her eyes awake, and her young kidneys had done their job well as her bladder filled with their waste. As Ashlynn sucked down the last few sips from her drink, she bobbed her feet on each foot. Trying to sound innocuous, she asked “Hey mom. Um…how much further to the rest stop?” “Ashlynn.” Her mother sounded annoyed “Don’t tell me you have to pee now.” “…kinda.” Michelle sighed “I don’t know. Here.” She handed her daughter the printed out directions “You’re such a boomer.” “Am not! You know when I was born.” “1977 is boomer age.” “Whatever. Just read the directions.” Ashlynn grabbed the small stack of paper from the console. “10 Miles. How long is that?” Michelle looked down at her speedometer “10 minutes. Probably.” Ashlynn felt a sense of comfort wash over her. Tossing her mostly empty cup on the floor, next to Michelle’s empty water bottle behind her, she cracked open an energy drink. She knew she’d be fine, and was feeling slightly thirsty anyway. Ashlynn knew it wouldn’t hurt her between now and the rest stop, and happily sipped away as she protected her filling bladder. Part of her wondered how her mother could have waited this long. Michelle was thankful. She hadn’t read the directions since leaving the gas station, it wasn’t hard to follow highway directions, but she had started to wonder when her next break would come. The iced coffee and water had gone down easy, a tandem she was used to, but the long drive was a new obstacle. Given her need to use the pedals alertly, she couldn’t cross her legs. Out of a desire to maintain her authoritative composure over her daughter, she refused to hold herself. But her bladder was full. Taut with the strain of holding a full bladder, her anxiety stemmed from experience. Since going through childbirth, she was well aware that a wayward sneeze or ill-timed cough could spell disaster. She was glad her potentially perilous situation would end soon. The first emergency vehicle that passed them by was surprising, but not worrying. It was the brake lights and the traffic that struck fear into mother and daughter alike. Ashlynn voiced her fear first “Why are we stopping?” “How should I know?” “This isn’t good.” Ashlynn shifted in her seat Michelle didn’t respond, but had to agree. It wasn’t the fullness of her bladder that she feared the most, but the mental battle with herself that she was unprepared for. She had felt it before. Not in these particular pants, but the shame of losing control. Both she and her husband had stories about her mishaps, and if she could help it, she and her daughter would not have one to add. She clenched harder as she stepped on the brake, hoping she still had enough strength in her most private parts to hold back the brewing water and coffee in her filling bladder. Ashlynn had been seeing red for too long. She had read the back of the trailer too many times. She had checked her social media feed, refreshing and refreshing, anything to keep her mind off of one very obvious predicament. She had to pee. Made worse by the fact that she had downed her coffee and started an energy drink, in her absentmindedness, she had continued to sip. She pulled up her leggings, and inadvertently gave herself a cameltoe. Placing her hand over her now outlined genitals, Ashlynn continued to bare the pain until they could reach the rest stop. As they inched forward in traffic, a blue sign appeared on the shoulder of the highway. It promised the rest stop was in just a mile and a half. Michelle didn’t notice as she fought back her first wave of desperation. A sign that her battle was worse that she outwardly showed. Ashlynn made sure she knew about it. “Mom…a mile and a half.” Her labored speech accented her crossed legs and clutching hands. Michelle took her eyes off the road for a moment, hoping the sign would be a salve for her irritated bladder “MOM LOOK OUT!” Ashlynn squealed Michelle slammed down on the brakes. Had she been going any faster, they would have crashed. Someone had cut them off in an attempt to cross into Michelle’s lane. Her adrenaline spiking, Michelle momentarily forgot about her filled bladder. For a moment, it was numb. Then it came roaring back. Slamming into her closed pee hole, the contents of a full bladder railed against her defenses again. She retaliated. Ashlynn was taken aback as she heard her Mother suddenly suck down a gulp of air. What sounded like a gasp at first, she looked towards her mom, who was now holding herself. Michelle thought she got away with it. She thought she had survived the first charge of a full bladder. But she could feel a moistness in her panties she had felt before. Not wanting to look, but needing to look, she gently took her hand away. A small patch, not larger than a penny, had formed on her jeans. It wasn’t much damage, but enough to tell her that her full bladder was not to be trifled with. An enemy that was more than capable of tearing through her tightly bound defenses. It was when they reached the half mile sign that Ashlynn began to rock back and forth in her seat. One hand firmly pressing into her crotch, the other was snaked around her backside, and held her tender slit from the back. Her mother wasn’t doing much better. She too held her crotch with her free hand, and unlike her daughter, had leaked. What had started at the size of a penny, was now more comparable to a quarter. Michelle’s logical mind had begun to slip away. Doomed to the anxious mind in peril, her fears firmly gripped her judgment, more-so than the hand that gripped her snatch. Her fears demanded that she quell them, and soon. Taking a deep breath, she asked her daughter “Listen. Baby. Don’t ever do this when you’re driving, ok? But this is an emergency.” Ashlynn’s eyes grew wide. “What?” Michelle sped up briefly, enough to pass the car in the lane next to them, and waded her way through the tight traffic. Making her way to the shoulder of the highway, she maneuvered into the breakdown lane. The car responded by jostling and grinding over the rumple strips. Michelle had expected the vibrations to hurt her ability to hold back the flood of urine that she held inside, instead, the pleasant sensations gave her hope that they’d make it. Hope which was immediately dashed. A white car pulled in behind them, and began to flash its lights. Police. “Damn it!” Michelle cussed, leaking a bit as she grabbed herself again As she stopped the car, Ashlynn complained, her body still contorted with desperation “What do we do? How do we-?” “Get my insurance card from the glove box.” Michelle said curtly, the officer began to approach the car As Ashlynn handed her the card, Michelle rolled down her window “H-hi-hi officer.” “You mean to tell me what you two are doing? You can’t be driving in the breakdown lane.” “Um…we…uh…look. I-I want to be honest w-with you…s-sir.” Michelle stammered. Partly from fear of wetting her pants, partly from the anxiety of being pulled over and interrogated Lightly tapping her palm on the steering wheel for effect, Michelle plainly stated their problem “W-we really, really, really need to um…uh…” She started to leak again, stronger than before, she was unable to stop it without the use of her hand. She continued to slowly wet her panties as she spoke “…uh…use…the um…restroom. We were just trying to get to the rest stop.” She put her hand back on her crotch “Well Ma’am. I hate to let you know. But that rest area has been offline for quite a while now. It’s being torn down.” Ashlynn’s jaw dropped. Michelle lost another spirt of hot pee, even with her hands guarding herself. The officer continued “Let me run your license and insurance, and I’ll be back.” “Hurry!” She begged “What are we going to do?” Ashlynn whined “The road. We’ll…we’ll go off to the side of the road.” “Ew, mom! No! I don’t want everyone to stare!” “Fine. You suffer. I’ll go.” “No! I don’t want anyone watching my mom pee. Or me!” “You don’t have to watch me.” “But everyone else will! That’s so gross! And...and isn’t that illegal?” While her fear of being seen was ridiculous, Michelle knew her daughter brought up a good point. It would be an offence to urinate in public, especially after getting pulled over. She made another request of her daughter. “Find us a place. Now!” Ashlynn pulled out her phone. The officer was still sitting in his patrol car, and Michelle willed him to hurry. Every drop produced from her drinks that morning had filled her ballooning bladder it was close to bursting. An acute ache that made her abdomen hard, pounded and pushed against Michelle’s peehole. A sudden pain. A sharp wave of desperation washed over the tired Michelle. Harder than before, she leaned forward, a low moan escaping her lips. “M-mom?” Ashlynn looked over A slight hiss was Michelle’s only response. She sucked in air, exhaled quickly, and moaned harder. She tried to respond to her daughter “I-I-I-I…stopped…I stopped it.” The moist, hot agony that now enveloped Michelle was hellish in its anguish. Part of her demanded relief, part of her demanded dignity. Her whole body was now pressed into service, an assault against her advancing bladder. A knock on the window. It was the officer “Ma’am, I’m only going to give you a warning today. Your record is clean, and I understand if there are some extenuating circumstances. But don’t do this again. Others need to use this lane for emergencies.” “Y-ye-yes. I-it won’t happen a-again.” As she reached for her insurance information and driver license back from his hand, she felt the hot shame of another release. His eyes were hidden behind his sunglasses, and Michelle could tell if he saw her or not. As she handed her cards back to Ashlynn, her daughter caught a look at the damage. Her mother’s light cutoff jeans were not only dark at the crotch, but the inseam of her thighs as well. A wide stain that covered each side of her crotch made her accident obvious. Tightening her grip, she hoped the same fate wouldn’t befall her. “There is…a diner at the next exit. Traffic. Traffic is…clearing!” Ashlynn exclaimed She was right. In her desperation, Michelle had stopped paying attention. But like a storm clearing for the first time in days, both Mother and Daughter smiled again. Hope had returned. The officer was right. As they passed the ramp for the rest area, it was blocked off with construction tape and barriers. The path itself was cracked and overgrown. Driving at a quicker pace, but being sure not to speed, Michelle guided the car through the remaining traffic as her desperation continued to mount. Preparing for one last assault on her muscles. Ashlynn had never felt so insecure. Her stomach, which she had spent years trying to stay toned and slim, was now bulging again. It was as hard as a rock, tight with a force and a pressure that her 18 year-old mind could hardly comprehend. She was sure she had never had to go this badly in her life before. She felt sick. Clammy. Sweaty. She was starting to shake as they made their way up the exit ramp. Her only saving grace was the top of the diner. It was just visible across the road. Michelle hadn’t leaked. She’d stayed dry as she got them through traffic. She felt calm, collected. Her pants had cooled where she had wet them, and when they combined with her body heat, they created a dank, swampy environment around her crotch. She was fine when they drove off the highway. She was fine as they crossed the lane towards the parking lot, and she was fine as she parked the car. But after opening the door and attempting to stand, her bladder struck. Its final battle plan enacted. It started as a pain in her back. Sharp, it forced Michelle to bend forward. Her hand firmly clutched her overworked genitals. She shivered, feeling cold. If it wasn’t the pain, it was the shame of a familiar warm sensation that elicited a squeal from her lips. Ashlynn made her way around the side of the car. Her hand buried into her desperate, tingling minge. She nearly lost control as she rounded the side of the car. Her mother, hands clutching her crotch with all their might, had two fat, wide stains streaking down her legs. As they moved, they darkened the color of her jeans. The pavement below her began to show drops of excess urine as it fell off of the back of Michelle’s jeans. “Oh my gosh! Mom! Hold it, don’t embarrass me!” Painting and groaning, Michelle looked back up at her daughter. She too, had her legs crossed and her hands buried in herself. Michelle gave her good news “I-I stopped. I…I stopped.” It was down to her kneecaps, nearly at the cuffs of her cutoffs. The high-waisted, now damaged cutoffs were not completely soaked, but Michelle’s bladder had done plenty of work. “C’mon…please!” Her daughter begged Michelle took a deep breath. She exhaled, shaking from the strain. Every step that the desperate mother and daughter took was agony. She wanted to let go. To just be done with it. But she also wanted to hang onto the shred of dignity that she could still muster. Enough to say she made it. Surprisingly, the diner that they had picked was trying to deny what it was. Cheap plastic tables and chairs that were bolted to the floor made up much of the decor, yet they still needed to be seated by the hostess. A much older woman, who smelled like cigarettes, greeted them “Table for two?” She either didn’t notice, or didn’t care about Michelle’s soaked legs “Please Miss. We’ll order, we-I…I need t-the b-bathroom.” Michelle’s voice was hardly audible. A near whisper At first, the hostess looked annoyed, but when she saw the massive stain on Michelle’s pants, her tone shifted to one of support and concern. “Oh, darlin’! Come with me.” She led the desperate pair to a small alcove with a single door. A yellow cleaning sign blocked their path. The hostess knocked on the door twice. “Deion, some ladies need to use the john.” She turned back to the desperate family “You’ll be fine, dear.” Michelle was too desperate to properly thank her. Unable to stand fully, she hinged her hips and held tightly onto her crotch, knowing that the next leak would be the last. The bathroom door was shut, and despite her efforts to will it open, it remained so. Michelle could feel it. A burning, warm sensation flowing towards her slit. Ashlynn felt sick. Dizzy. The pain of holding back a full bladder made her feel warm, hot with the intense strain her muscles were forced to endure. Her body was contorted in an awkward position as she inverted her legs, so that her knees touched. It was all she could do to keep herself dry. She closed her eyes, hoping the pain would drain away. A low hiss pierced her ears. Was it her? Ashlynn opened her eyes Her mothers curvy body, and wide hips shook and jiggled as she tried to hold it. But Ashlynn could see the wide stain that her mother had created before darken again. In a hushed tone, Michelle acknowledged what was happening “Ohh…i-its happening…” Ashlynn gasped. If she wasn’t in the same predicament, she wouldn’t have believed it for herself. The only words she could think to utter were ones of shock “Oh my gosh! Mom! You’re peeing your pants!” Michelle couldn’t hold it anymore. She grabbed, clutched and held her crotch tighter and tighter, but to no avail. She could no longer stop the flow, only slow it’s speed. It warmed her crotch. The searing heat nearly matched her cheeks, which burned in embarrassment. Disobediently, her bladder continued to release its contents into her panties. It was too late, Michelle was having an accident. Ashlynn watched in horror as her mother peed her pants. Wave after wave of clear liquid poured out of the back of her cutoffs, and hissed down her legs. As it reached her cuffs, midway down her shin, it began to wash over her feet. Her hot urine poured into her sandles. “Someone get this lady some help.” A gruff old man spoke up The hostess from before dashed over as fast as she could. Taking Michelle by the arm, she guided the still peeing mother to the door. Opening the swinging door, she grabbed the man who was cleaning and tossed him out of the room, while pushing Michelle into the bathroom. Ashlynn followed closely, following the footprints that were created by her mothers pee. She too, entered the restroom. Michelle appreciated the movement, but she still couldn’t stop herself. Continuing to pee into her jeans, she sat on the toilet. Sighing, she felt the warmth stop running down her legs, and instead pool around her butt. Dripping, leaking and hissing, she forced out the rest of her bladder's contents, a distinct coffee smell emanating from her mishap. It was too much for Ashlynn. The shock of watching her mother have an accident had worn off, and the dread of the same fate dominated her thoughts. She could feel it. The slight dribble that signaled the end. A warmth in her panties. Instinct in a still developing mind took hold. She saw her mother, still slumped over the toilet, leaking into her jeans, denying her only access to a toilet. She was a popular girl, much too important to have an accident. With no options that her mind could conceive, she whipped down her leggings and panties. She could only stammer her justification for her primal act. “Mom…I-I…I’m sorry…” A similar hiss followed Michelle opened her eyes. Her 18 year-old daughter was squatting over the bathroom floor, bathing the tile in an eruption of hot piss. “Ashlynn, baby! W-what are you doing?” “I-I-I can’t wait anymore!” She began to whine “D-don’t look. Please!” “At least. At least use the sink.” Michelle couldn’t believe what she had instructed her daughter to do “Stop watching me!” Ashlynn tried to cover her face. It burned in embarrassment. To those outside the bathroom, it must have sounded as if one of them was taking a shower. The force with which Ashlynn was smacking the floor with her hot piss created an audible confirmation of the puddle that she was creating on the floor. It was countered only by the hiss of her pale yellow arc. Michelle had to watch. Not for any sort of perversion, but because the image of her daughter, desperately peeing on the floor of a bathroom shook her to her very core. What kind of Mother am I? This is all my fault. She chided herself. She could have stood still and wet herself, she had already lost her battle, but her child, her only child, was forced to urinate on the floor like an animal. And it was all her fault. Her conscience was enraged, demanding she apologize. “Ash…I…I’m so sorry. I’m really-“ “D-don’t. No.” Ashlynn finally stopped peeing, her flow was now a dribble. “I-I’m embarrassed enough.” Michelle finally stood, her soaked jeans now cooling. They felt heavy, damp, and they rubbed as she walked by her still squatting daughter. She tried to dab them dry with a paper towel, but the damage was far too complete. She took an extra sheet to the footprints she had left on her way to the toilet, and handed a sheet to her daughter. “Here. Dry yourself and-“ Ashlynn looked away as a second, much weaker stream dribbled out of her tight snatch. “Still?” Michelle was surprised how much her daughter had held Ashlynn said nothing, this stream was silent, weak. As she finished, she stood and took the extra sheet from her mother. She dried herself and pulled her leggings back up. Her face was shaped into one of fear, anguish and embarrassment as she dropped the used paper towel into her puddle. “Everything ok in there?” A knock on the door. Michelle opened it slowly, greeting the hostess from before bashfully. “We, uh…we didn’t make it…” The hostess sighed, observing the damage. “Look, just leave and never come back and I’ll make sure this gets cleaned up.” “T-thank you Ma’am.” “Man alive, it’s all over the place.” The lady grumbled As mother and daughter stepped out of the bathroom, they were clearly the center of attention. Michelle could feel the eyes burning, staring at her massive pee stain. A hush had come over the patrons, all of them were prepared for the spectacle. Still, Michelle held her head up high. It wasn’t the first time, hopefully it would be the last time, but she knew she had done her best. She had tried, tried and tried again to hold it, and simply didn’t make it this time. As the two exited the diner, Michelle took solace in the fact that she’d never see any of those people again. As they made their way to the car, Michelle heard a distinct, high pitched whine. She turned around. Ashlynn was red in the face, tears streaming down her cheeks. She put her head in her hands, her auburn hair covering her face. Michelle walked back to her and gave her a hug. A hug tighter than she had in years “Aw, baby…I’m so sorry.” Michelle let her words hand as her daughter sobbed “No one is judging you. No one saw you. You really had to go and I understand that. It’s ok.” Ashlynn didn’t respond. Her tears still flowing down her face. Michelle repeated her last phrase “It’s ok. It’s ok. I’m here baby.” “Y-y-you n-never are!” Ashlynn choked out “I promise. I’m going to fix this. I promise.” Her daughter stayed silent, apart from her tears. Michelle stood with her, making the promise more to herself than to her child. It was going to be a long trip, and she knew that. Perhaps it couldn’t make up for her missteps as a mother, but dry pants and a commitment to her daughter was a place to start. A/N: While only planned as a quick, 4 chapter piece, this section ended up clocking in at over 4k words! I still feel like its too much. But I would love your thoughts on the characters so far. Are they too much, or are they interesting enough? Edited April 1, 2022 by knockonthedoor (see edit history) gus74, Celestia, pinkelpeter and 9 others 9 3 Quote Link to comment
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orangelion 456 Posted April 1, 2022 Share Posted April 1, 2022 Ohhh a new story! This first chapter is great and just the right length. The characters are great and there seems to be a little backstory between them that I look forward to find out in the following chapters. knockonthedoor 1 Quote Link to comment
knockonthedoor 1,210 Posted April 7, 2022 Author Popular Post Share Posted April 7, 2022 (edited) A/N: Here's chapter 2! A little shorter than 1, I tried to lean into the embarrassment side in a realistic way. Let me know if that worked, and as always, there'll be a few questions at the end. Feedback is not only appreciated but encouraged! Chapter 2 Ashlynn cried. She Wailed. Not just for her embarrassment, but for her emotions. She knew what they were. She knew her feelings. But her mother’s embrace comforted her somewhat, and she didn’t want to jeopardize such a tight hug. Despite the moist sensation of her mother’s wet legs against her dry leggings, there was nothing like a mother’s embrace. She calmed. If only to walk back to the car. As they walked back, she was still a sniveling wreak. Michelle could feel her jeans as she walked back to her car. The heavy wetness, now cold, was a constant reminder that she hadn’t made it to the bathroom. She was embarrassed, ashamed, but worried more about her daughter. The image of her daughter, her brown eyes wide with fear, squatting over the floor had scarred her. The pain of losing the battle to her own bladder and giving her daughter the embarrassment of watching her do so, was enough to have her question her actions as a mother. They were quiet as the car started back up. Quiet enough for Michelle to be with her own thoughts, if only for a moment. She stopped the car at the parking lot entrance. “Ash. Baby, can you look up the closest department store?” Michelle sighed “I-I need new pants.” Ashlynn was still sniveling, trying to calm down “Can-can’t you just wear something that you brought for tomorrow?” “Then I wouldn’t have anything clean for your orientation. It’s not like I planned to ruin these.” “C-can I just wait in the car then?” Ashlynn said timidly, the shame of her recent act still staining her memory Michelle nodded. “I-I’m really sorry you had to see that honey.” Ashlynn didn’t respond. She felt strange as she looked up a department store. There was one not far away. It wasn’t an experience she could share with anyone, but it was something she’d forever have with her mother. Instinctively, she tried to repress it. Michelle took a different approach “It just kept coming and coming. I, I didn’t know what to do-“ “Mom? Could we not talk about it?” “It might make you feel better.” “I want to forget.” Michelle didn’t press. She relayed the only thing left on her mind “I’m sorry sweetie.” Ashlynn folded her arms and said nothing as they made their way to the next exit. Michelle’s bladder began to throb again. It felt different. Empty, yet full. As she took the exit for the department store, she found the word for it. Irritated. She felt desperate again, but it wasn’t the same desperation that she had experienced not twenty minuets before. Ashlynn conveyed a similar concern. “Mom? Um...don’t hate me, but I-I think…” She sighed “I have to pee again.” “I don’t hate you Ash.” “It was just an expression! But…I’d be nice if you acknowledged me…” Michelle was happy her daughter was opening up, but her growing desperation gnawed at her mind, occupying space that could be better deployed to speak to her child. She responded in platitudes “I love you.” “You’re supposed to say that!” “I mean it!” Ashlynn crossed her legs, she kept her true feelings hidden, despite the fact that they were bubbling up within her. She looked at her phone. It wasn’t much further. She knew she could hold it, even as the faint smell of piss wafted over her nose. A thought struck her as they pulled into the expansive parking lot. “Mom, are you…?” “Am I what?” “You’re not…peeing again…are you?” “What?” Michelle checked herself with a quick crotch grab “No. Why would you ask?” “It just-it…smells like…you know. Pee.” “Oh. No. It…Sweetie, I’m really sorry” Michelle’s face turned red as they found a parking spot, finally showing her embarrassment. “It’s just from my…my pants.” She could smell it too. It was strong, and her morning coffee was intertwined with the stench of cold pee. As she found a parking spot, Michelle felt a heavy weight in her bladder again. Weak from her long hold before her accident, it was bothered again. What had started as a twinge in the diner parking lot was now an itch that only time over a toilet could scratch. She had to pee again, and her desperation was growing with every passing second. Ashlynn was in a similar predicament. Unlike her mother, who’s bladder was weakened both by life as a mother and through her recent hold, her younger bladder was only reacting to her recent predicament. Though her desperation was rapidly growing, she did not have the same fear that Michelle did. Her brain still refused to let her bladder release into her leggings. Michelle did not have this luxury as they entered the large store. She pressed her thighs together as she dripped slightly into her already sodden panties. Her brain, having lost the battle once, had a weaker argument against her bladder. Why shouldn’t it release again into her jeans. The cool, moist wetness on her legs tantalized what urine was still in her bothered bladder. As she made a quick beeline for the bathroom, Michelle felt another fresh dribble leak into her panties. She had to navigate through the bustling store, knowing that she was the object of others surprise. A woman in already soaked jeans, speed walking into a public restroom was not a common sight. Cupping her privates with her free hand, and holding her large purse over her other shoulder, Michelle pushed the bathroom door open. It was a large bathroom, enough to accommodate a store of its size, and there were plenty of other women inside. Upon opening the door, Michelle’s ears were greeted by the sound of a flushing toilet. The auditory stimulation was too much for her weakened bladder. A spurt of hot pee flew out of her mature snatch, and was quickly followed by another. As Michelle hustled to the only open stall at the end of the row, she saw a brief show of herself in the mirror. A mother, in wet jeans, purse over her shoulder, desperately spirting pee into her panties was not the mask she wanted to project to the world. But it’s what she was. Michelle couldn’t stop the quick spirts of pee that were making their way into her jeans as she opened the stall door. Dashing desperately to her porcelain savior, she fiddled with the button on her drenched cutoffs. As she removed her hand, she felt her bladder release. Her hand had acted as a forceful stop, a barrier it did not want to cross, without it, she was doomed. A warm trickling feeling began in her crotch. Her labia tickled and twinged as she felt a rush of hot pee fall out of her. As she continued to force the wet buttons of her jeans open, she could only utter her desire for her bladder to halt “No, no, no! Sh-I’m peeing!” She whispered Her already stained jeans darkened again as she rewet them, the same warm sensation running down her thighs. A new, dark stain blossomed over the old as her larger thighs began to jiggle and shake. Finally, her buttons cooperated, and she shimmed out of her soaking jeans, still peeing. Without stopping herself, Michelle turned herself around and sat down on the toilet, finally releasing her pee. Then it stopped. In just seconds, she was only dripping, a sign that she was done. Putting her head into her hands, the only thing Michelle could do was laugh. Ashlynn followed her mother to the restroom, though at a slower pace than Michelle’s quickened steps. The rising desperation worried her. She hadn’t felt such an onset of desperation before. Her anxious mind hadn’t yet processed her embarrassment from her bathroom floor pee, and it was now being dealt another worry. What if this was her bladder now? What if she had done damage and she was doomed to a permanent weakness for good? The unceasing thoughts dominated her mind as she took a spot against the wall. The stalls had all been taken. The fear of wetting her pants gripped her mind in a way that it had not just an hour ago. She had seen her mother do it, and she was afraid it would happen to her. Without voicing her distress, Ashlynn simply tapped her crossed legs, desperately waiting for a stall to open. It was mere seconds before one became available, but it felt like an eternity. Fear had gripped her and would not let go until she entered the stall. Michelle reached for the toilet paper. She had dripped enough times and was ready to dry. Taking a few squares, she carefully wiped her mature pussy. Her dark public hair, once trimmed, now longer, held onto more piss than her slit. As she cleaned herself, she felt a sexual tremor arise from her wet minge. She tried to bury them as she dropped the used toilet paper into the bowl. Flushing, she pulled her now twice wet jeans back over herself, trying to deny the slightly pleasant feeling of the light warmth around her crotch. Ashlynn whipped her leggings down along with her panties. Hovering above the public toilet bowl, she sighed as relief came to her. It quickly splattered, splashing toilet water around the bowl as it rushed out of her. Expecting her bladder to be filled, similar to what she had just experienced, Ashlynn was surprised as her stream quickly slowed. While still lightly traveling out of her snatch, it only dripped into the bowl. Frustrated, Ashlynn contracted her muscles, to only be met with the same result. A quick jet of pee, then nothing but dripping drops of yellowish liquid. Michelle waited for her daughter just outside of the bathroom. She could feel the different reactions around her as other patrons passed by. Some simply stared, others snickered, and more still looked behind for a second glance. Michelle had her sunglasses down, protecting her eyes and perhaps her privacy, but all eyes were on her. Her pants had cooled again, drying from their second wetting, but they smelled. Michelle simply had to stand there and take it all in, the gravity of what she had done finally hitting her. She was embarrassed to say the least, and every instinct told her to flee, but she had to wait for her daughter. Moreover, she had to get new pants. It wasn’t hard to find her mother. All Ashlynn had to do was look to her left, and she could easily spot the forty year old woman with piss-stained jeans. As the smell of fresh pee hit her nostrils, Ashlynn asked her mother if they could separate “I-I’m just too embarrassed. Everyone’s looking at you.” “I get it. I’ll meet you by the front.” Michelle hid her feelings. As her daughter walked away, she reneged “Wait. Honey.” Ashlynn turned “I-it. It would be nice to have you near me.” Ashlynn looked at her mother, unable to see her eyes through her sunglasses, then back down at her wet jeans “Can I just meet you by the front? Maybe we can talk later?” It was enough of a win for Michelle. She nodded, and watched her daughter leave. Michelle was off to find new pants. Michelle’s initial brevity had worn off by the time she made it to the pants isle. Grabbing and sorting through pairs of new pants had done much to drill home just what she had done. Her inability to control herself, and forcing her daughter to use the floor were forever burned into her memory. The feeling of her own wet pants as Ashlynn squatted on the floor troubled her. Her scolded herself for her failings as a mother. For these, there was no one to blame but herself. Her thoughts were interrupted by a saleswomen. Dressed in a black skirt and stockings, she wore a smile that spoke of condescension. “Can I help you find anything?” “No. Just need to find a pair that goes with my shirt.” “Oh. Oh my, what happened?” The saleswomen feigned concern. Michelle knew better “I’m driving my daughter up to school.” Michelle’s smile was one of pain “And I had too much coffee before we could stop…so this…this is pee.” She motioned over her still stained jeans. She tried not to cry as she smiled “I-I peed myself.” The saleswoman seemed to take joy in Michelle’s embarrassment. “Well, we have stores all over the state. So next time that happens, you come see us.” “I-I don’t plan on doing this again.” “Oh, no I meant next time you have to go. Restrooms open to paying customers.” She still wore her fake smile as she turned away from Michelle. As the woman left, Michelle heard her grumble “Just not open to employees…” The woman probably assumed that Michelle hadn’t seen her slightly bobbing knees as she walked away. Michelle had some solace. Serves you right, bitch! Looking in her hand, she had a pair of darker, pre ripped jeans. They were longer, but they’d do the job. Making her way to the changing rooms was less embarrassing, as Michelle had the protection of the large shelves that housed different pairs of clothes to hide behind. Once inside, she found an open stall and shut the door behind her. Getting her damp jeans off was more difficult than she had expected. They stuck and clung to her wide thighs, as she contorted her body to work them off. Eventually they slid down, along with her panties. Those, she picked up out of the crumpled mess and held in her hand. She squeezed them. Cold pee ran out, wetting her hand. The scent of her two wettings wafted over her. The same twinge returned. A sexual excitement that sent a shock up her spine. Instinct took over, if only for a moment, as she lightly touched her mature labia. Shaking her head, Michelle dashed those thoughts out of her mind and tossed her peed panties into a small wastebin. Trying to bury her thoughts, she put her new jeans on, and hustled out, holding her old jeans under her arm. Ashlynn was unaware that her mother was no longer wearing panties. But the fact that she was no longer in wet jeans was obvious. No longer would people stare. She could return to being just another face in the crowd. As they paid for her mother’s new jeans and left the department store, Ashlynn wanted nothing more than for their embarrassing day to end. They were silent for a while. There wasn’t much on the road to gawk at, and the two were already well aware of the predicament they had just recovered from. Occasionally, Ashlynn found herself nodding off. As she found herself slipping into sleep, she heard her mother ask “Ashlynn. Can we talk about it?” “Mmpf. What’s there to talk about?” “I don’t know. I guess. I just understand that what you saw could be traumatic, and I want you to feel like you can talk about it.” “Ok.” “So is there anything you want to talk about?” Ashlynn sighed. “Yeah. But. We’ve been through enough today. I don’t…lets just get through today.” “You can tell me, sweetie.” “I…you really want to know?” Michelle nodded “I think you only care when it concerns you. Like. If we switched roles, you wouldn’t care.” “Why would you say that?” Michelle was hurt “Because you never seem to care when anything else happens to me! Dad’s the one I talk to!” “You can still come talk to me.” “Sure. But you only ever tell me that you’re busy. Or that there’re more important things in life. It’s like you never really take me seriously.” “But I do! I’m your mother! Of course I take you seriously.” “Dad actually shows it.” “How? How is he different? I got you a nice graduation gift, didn’t I?” “Because he doesn’t try to buy me things and call it parenting!” She waited, debating on continuing to speak her mind. “And it’s his money anyways…” “Hey! I work! I run a business!” “Recruiting people to sell oil is not a business mom!” Ashlynn paused “I’m sorry. Can we drop this? I’m done.” “Fine.” Michelle answered curtly. The rest of the ride to the hotel was silent. Part of Michelle wanted to drop it and get this trip over with, the other reminded herself of why she wanted to do this alone with her child. Their next conversation consisted of dinner plans. They were spending the night in a small town, and options were limited. But eventually it was decided that they would eat at a small Italian place. It was dark. Small, and the food was bland. But it would do for them. Conversation was minimal. Their last argument weighing heavily on both of their minds. Michelle pressed again. “I didn’t know you hated what I do for a living.” “I don’t hate it. I just know where the money comes from. I mean. You’re never up before ten.” “That doesn’t mean I don’t work Ashlynn!” Michelle picked at her spaghetti “But Dad’s up before me for school. He’s already working before the sun. He runs a real business, you know?” “Maybe we drop this? Look. You said you feel like I don’t care about you.” Ashlynn took a bite of her salad and nodded “Why?” “You never teach me anything. Like dad taught me stuff that I didn’t even care all that much about. I wish…like…you remember when I got my first period?” Michelle almost laughed at the question, and the memory “Yeah! That was cute” She chuckled “No it wasn’t! I was scared! Dad had to tell me what it was!” “Didn’t you learn? You just said he taught you things.” “You should have taught me that!” “I gave you a book!” “I’m not reading a book on that stuff! Especially not at that age. How hard is it to have a conversation?” “Okay. Fine. I get it, maybe I should have said something, but your father handled it.” “And he shouldn’t have to!” The conversation halted as it reached its natural lull. Michelle grew a smile on her face “But did he let you drink with him?” “No…no he didn’t.” “Would you like some of my wine?” “Can I?” Ashlynn’s eyes lit up Michelle motioned for her to bring her glass over and poured some out for her daughter. The two giggled as Ashlynn took a sip “Good, right?” Smacking her lips, Ashlynn agreed “Some more?” Ashlynn nodded. Their conversation resumed, although a little lighter than it had been before. When the check was paid, and the food was finished, mother and daughter made their way back to their hotel room. Calmer after their talk, the two went about getting ready for bed with efficiency. Michelle dawned her long sleeve pajamas. A bright, orange-reddish combination with a pattern, cozy and comfortable. Ashlynn slipped into an old pair of green shorts and a white t-shirt, and climbed into the only bed in the room. It was a tighter fit, but they each had enough room. As Michelle shut the light, Ashlynn asked her an innocent question “Hey, how’d you and Dad meet again?” “I was a waitress at a restaurant he used to frequent. He was nice.” “He isn’t now?” “No, he is, but…” Michelle smiled, nostalgic “Things are different when you’re your age.” “Do you think I’ll meet my husband?” “Who knows? But you make sure he’s a good guy!” “I’ll be sure. That’s the easy part.” “Like how you thought Tim was a good guy?” “Mom!” Ashlynn playfully smacked her Michelle giggled “Just teasing! Maybe I’ll teach you that tomorrow.” “That wouldn’t be a bad thing to learn” Ashlynn admitted “Thanks for the wine mom.” “Just between us.” Michelle paused “You know. I’m surprised you didn’t go when we got back to the room. First time alcohol usually does that.” “Why? Did it get you?” Michelle laughed “Yeah. Had to jump out of the car and use a field. That’s something I should have taught you today. How to pee outside.” “Ew! No!” Michelle laughed “Fine! Learn the hard way!” Ashlynn giggled, finally loosening up “Are you sure you don’t need to go before bed?” “Oh, I can hold my wine sweetie!” “Even after today?” Ashlynn joked “Mamma knows what she doing!” The two shared in a light moment as they laughed “Night mom.” “Night Ash.” With that, the two grew silent. Michelle fell asleep first, finding comfort, even on her side. Ashlynn was next, sprawled out on her back. Moments quickly turned to hours that passed. The room eventually grew as dark as the midnight that surrounded the hotel. Without the chattering voices of other patrons, or the hum of the air conditioner, both mother and daughter had reached a deep sleep. Though for Michelle, this was a problem. Driving for more than ten hours had fatigued her, and the wine at dinner had contributed to her deep sleep. It had also contributed to her full bladder. While she had not gone to sleep desperate, she had not gone after dinner. The salty Italian food had forced her to consume enough water to go along with her wine, and she had inadvertently filled her bladder. Urgently, her bladder sent signals to her brain, warning her of its full condition. Rest took precedent. Worse still, her muscles were tired from her desperate failure that morning. Begging her to wake up, her bladder urgently alerted Michelle’s brain that it needed to be voided. No response. Though her body had slowed the production of urine, her tired muscles provided little assistance in holding the mature woman’s full bladder. Time passed, the plight of her slumbering bladder urging again and again, promising that it needed to be voided soon. Suddenly, a light sheen dribbled out of Michelle’s slit. It moved slowly, and ran down her skin before resting on her thigh. It was quickly followed by a slightly more rapid flow of liquid that caused the sleeping Michelle to smile. Comfort came as her bladder voided. Michelle was peeing her bed. Given that she was asleep, the contents of her bladder moved slowly, without the aid of contracting muscles. Slowly, the orange color of her pajama’s darkened, as her running pee spilled out of her. Michelle was still sleeping on her side, and this caused much of her initial wetness to rest on her thigh. Shortly, the crotch of her pajama’s blossomed into a massive stain as gravity aided in pulling her pooling liquid towards the bed. Soon a stain formed on the bed underneath her. It grew slowly as Michelle unconsciously, unknowingly wet the bed. As the puddle of piss grew, it quickly reached the edge of the bed. A dripping sound cut through the silence of the dark room. It turned into a tap as more and more fresh pee splashed onto the carpet below. Rhythmically, it created a second puddle on the floor. The back of Michelle’s pajama’s were not spared either. Her slowly cascading flow of urine pooled out of the back of her as she continued to wet the bed. A clear stream produced a similar sheen on her backside, as her thighs let more urine flow down the backs of her legs. Another puddle formed under her, and expanded from the back. As it grew, the wetness moved upward first, wetting the back of her pajama top. Finally, as the last of her piss fell out of Michelle’s bladder, the puddle widened. Enough to touched Ashlynn’s sprawled out hand. Ashlynn had taken up much of the bed space. One arm hung over the edge, while the other was close to her now wet mother. Her legs were much the same, with one close to the edge of the bed, and the other close to her mother’s body. Normally, the eighteen year old would have fine nighttime control, but now that her hand was resting in her mother’s puddle of urine, her mind was weakened. The little bit of wine that rested in her own filling bladder now had an excuse to escape, along with her soda at dinner. As the younger woman slept, suddenly, her shorts also began to darken. The sea-foam green color showed the yellow pee as it burst forward, then stopped. Ashlynn’s mind took back control, knowing her bladder was not to be voiding. For a few moments, Ashlynn remained asleep, with only a nickel-sized stain on her crotch. Then it widened, and stopped. Then again, and again. By the time it grew across her crotch, Ashlynn, like her mother, was wetting the bed. The puddle expanded downward, flowing straight from its source. The puddle reached past her thighs, creating an unmistakable stain between them. What sounded like a creek gently pushing itself over rocks was in fact Ashlynn’s urine pushing though her tight snatch. As her bladder fully contracted, the slight trickle had a small stream to it. The pee pooled around her genitals, forming a small lake just below her crotch. The pool of urine then seeped into the sides of her shorts, giving her formerly the formerly green fabric a dark hue. As the last of her urine poured out, it soaked the back of her loose shirt. The entirety of Ashlynn’s butt was drenched in urine, yet the stain didn’t extend past her legs. Her spread legs now housed a cooling pool of urine. Without knowing it, Ashlynn had peed her pajamas and in her bed. As Michelle rolled over, she unknowingly splashed her top in her cold pool of nighttime piss. The room was quiet again, the sounds of a mother and daughter having a accident could no longer be heard. Though there would be much to discover in the morning. The staining pools of piss in the bed, and the now see-through stain on Michelle’s pajama’s gave her away, just as Ashlynn’s stained shorts and large puddle gave her away as well. A/N: My main worry with this chapter is that there wasn't really any desperation, and it made the department store and restaurant scenes drag a little. Though I did like the idea of the saleswoman being desperate herself, hopefully that was enough to make the scene work. How did you like the fact that Michelle had to walk in such a busy store with wet pants, and did it add to the story that she might be unknowingly into omo? Was it embarrassing enough, or conveyed enough embarrassment? Lastly, how do you think Ashlynn will react when she wakes up, will it ruin some of the progress that her mother made with her? Edited April 7, 2022 by knockonthedoor (see edit history) Mr_g, Asuna.bed.wet., skywalker58 and 5 others 8 Quote Link to comment
orangelion 456 Posted April 7, 2022 Share Posted April 7, 2022 I don't feel like the this chapter dragged at all, it was just a bit lighter on the omo and the plot makes up for it. I still think it had enough desperation with Michelle barely making it and the saleswoman being desperate. I don't feel like Michelle was greatly embarrassed in this scenario, but I think it was because she was just a bit numb to it at this point as a result of her previous accident. I did like the description of people looking at her in wet pants. I think in a real scenario most people would just stare at her without saying anything just like it's presented here. I do find it a bit odd that Michelle is a bit excited by the situation given that she is embarrassed for herself and her daughter in addition to feeling bad for her daughter having to go through all this. I think Ashlynn's accident will ruin the progress with her mother. She was already distraught when she had to pull down her pants and pee on the floor in the first chapter. Now, I imagine actually wetting the bed will be several times worse. knockonthedoor 1 Quote Link to comment
TrailRunner 171 Posted April 7, 2022 Share Posted April 7, 2022 First of all, I think this story is terrific and I love your writing. As for your questions, I didn't find the lack of desperation to be an issue at all. In fact I liked that both chapters were different. The oblique hint at a third character being desperate is a fun little addition. I feel like Ashlynn would be mad at her mother, maybe not unreasonably, for letting her have the wine. But perhaps if she woke up first she could change quickly and her mom may not even know. Looking forward to whatever is next! knockonthedoor 1 Quote Link to comment
knockonthedoor 1,210 Posted April 8, 2022 Author Share Posted April 8, 2022 8 hours ago, orangelion said: I don't feel like the this chapter dragged at all, it was just a bit lighter on the omo and the plot makes up for it. I still think it had enough desperation with Michelle barely making it and the saleswoman being desperate. I don't feel like Michelle was greatly embarrassed in this scenario, but I think it was because she was just a bit numb to it at this point as a result of her previous accident. I did like the description of people looking at her in wet pants. I think in a real scenario most people would just stare at her without saying anything just like it's presented here. I do find it a bit odd that Michelle is a bit excited by the situation given that she is embarrassed for herself and her daughter in addition to feeling bad for her daughter having to go through all this. I think Ashlynn's accident will ruin the progress with her mother. She was already distraught when she had to pull down her pants and pee on the floor in the first chapter. Now, I imagine actually wetting the bed will be several times worse. That's great news, that the chapter didn't drag. I was worried about the lack of desperation. It's hard to lead into a realistic bedwetting scenario with it, I'm glad the story was able to hold its place! I'm glad too that the aftermath of her standing in her wet jeans was enjoyable without being in the way. I kept coming back to it, so the fact that it was never grating as a reader is a huge positive! I was hoping that her excitement would stem from the simple fact that she wet herself, and not the fact that everyone saw her. But in rereading my work, I can see how you would come to this conclusion. It's not really something I plan on exploring though, so I guess it'll just be a chapter 2 oddity. 5 hours ago, TrailRunner said: First of all, I think this story is terrific and I love your writing. As for your questions, I didn't find the lack of desperation to be an issue at all. In fact I liked that both chapters were different. The oblique hint at a third character being desperate is a fun little addition. I feel like Ashlynn would be mad at her mother, maybe not unreasonably, for letting her have the wine. But perhaps if she woke up first she could change quickly and her mom may not even know. Looking forward to whatever is next! I like your writing too! For those who don't know, TrailRunner has a great story here, which you should read too! It makes me feel better about the chapter, that you and orangelion said that the chapter wasn't hurt by the lack of desperation. And I too like adding little hints that other characters might be desperate. It lets the reader take one home and imagine their own scenario. In this case, wither or not the saleswoman made it. Would also like to know your thoughts on the idea that Michelle might actually be into omo. Is that, in your opinion, a benefit as an aside, or an unnecessary insinuation on my part? Thank you both for your feedback! Quote Link to comment
orangelion 456 Posted April 8, 2022 Share Posted April 8, 2022 36 minutes ago, knockonthedoor said: I was hoping that her excitement would stem from the simple fact that she wet herself, and not the fact that everyone saw her Sorry, you misunderstood me; I did get that she got excited from wetting herself. What I found odd is that she got excited at all. I would of imagined she was too embarrassed about her accident and too worried about her daughter to get excited, more so her being worried about her daughter. knockonthedoor 1 Quote Link to comment
Bucketman 64 Posted April 8, 2022 Share Posted April 8, 2022 Chain-reaction bedwettings are always nice knockonthedoor 1 Quote Link to comment
TrailRunner 171 Posted April 8, 2022 Share Posted April 8, 2022 (edited) 10 hours ago, knockonthedoor said: It makes me feel better about the chapter, that you and orangelion said that the chapter wasn't hurt by the lack of desperation. And I too like adding little hints that other characters might be desperate. It lets the reader take one home and imagine their own scenario. In this case, wither or not the saleswoman made it. Would also like to know your thoughts on the idea that Michelle might actually be into omo. Is that, in your opinion, a benefit as an aside, or an unnecessary insinuation on my part? Thank you both for your feedback! I guess it sort of depends on how Michelle deals with it. For me personally I'm into omo (obviously) but the context can greatly affect that. Alone at home? Great. But there have been some instances where I didn't get any enjoyment out of it at all at least in the moment. Just a theory but I feel like finding some sort of silver lining in a really dark embarrassing moment might have been the start of this for some of us here. At least for me I think that's how it happened and with that as my frame of reference that's how I picture Michelle. She's dealt with this issue for a long time and part of her coping mechanism is to take some enjoyment in it. It does feel like part of her story is balancing that with the circumstances of the accident. She wasn't excited or even thinking about that part of her life as she having her accident in the store but as she was changing out in private it crossed her mind. That rang familiar to me. Would it override her worry about her daughter? That's a fair point but that line is probably different for everybody. So I don't find it unnecessary but since it's not central to the story (at least not yet?) I don't feel like it would be obviously missing if it didn't come up each time. Edited April 8, 2022 by TrailRunner (see edit history) knockonthedoor 1 Quote Link to comment
knockonthedoor 1,210 Posted April 25, 2022 Author Popular Post Share Posted April 25, 2022 A/N: I apologize for the time it took to update this story. I extended this part and re-worked chapter 4. Hopefully this section is as good as the other two. As always, there'll be a few questions at the end. Feedback is not only appreciated but encouraged! Chapter 3 Michelle was awoken by a violently slamming door. She blinked. Then squinted. The room was still dark, save for the sunlight that made its way around the curtains. Confusion was the first feeling she recognized. Then worry. Ashlynn was no longer beside her. Michelle rubbed her eyes. Why were her legs so cold? Ashlynn didn’t know what to do. All she could do was stare. The outward reflection in the bathroom mirror looked like it wanted to cry. Inwardly, she was nowhere close to tears. Ashlynn felt anxious, worried. She was a day away from college, and she just wet her bed. It had to have been the wine. Is this what alcohol does? Maybe it’s just wine. Can I ever drink again? Does this run in the family? Her anxiety quickly turned to fear. Fear that she’d be ostracized, fear that it might happen to her again, maybe on a date, or like her Mother, in public. Like a bolt of lightning, the images of yesterday’s travel struck her. Her Mother, desperately holding herself in front of Ashlynn, uncontrollably peeing down her legs. Would she end up like that? Ashlynn looked in the mirror again. With her legs firmly pressed together, only the top of the stain was visible on her crotch. Ashlynn was hit with a new sensation. Intrigue. She turned around, craning her neck to see her backside. Completely stained. Obvious. Turning back around she opened her thighs and slid off her stained shorts. She didn’t know what to feel, but disgust was not one of her emotions as she turned on the shower. If she wasn’t worried, Ashlynn was curious, and why she was more frightening than anything else. She turned on the shower, she needed a long one. Michelle sat on the only dry spot left on the bed. She pajamas were soaked from her bedwetting, as was the bed. She felt cold, physically, but mentally she was worried. Worried that her daughter would hate her again, worried that this trip would be known for her accidents and nothing else, worried that she had blown her last chance at having what her husband had. A loving relationship with her daughter. Internally, she knew her misgivings. She was never willing to admit them. She lamented her inability to connect with Ashlynn sooner. Michelle feared what her daughter would say once she was out of the shower. It was a fear that kept her from voicing another concern. Her morning pee needed to be released, and the bathroom was well occupied. Michelle put her book down. She looked at the clock next to the bed. Ashlynn had been in there for 45 minutes. Her bladder throbbed. It ached. Her abdomen was swollen, irritated at her stored morning pee. Placing her book on the table next to the bed, Michelle grabbed her crotch. Her mature pussy felt heavy. The tension in her muscles from holding herself was wearing on her. A thought she had tried to bury yesterday presented itself. Pee here. She shook her head. Telling herself not to. Her sexual mind tried again Bed’s already wet. You’re already wet. You’re cold. It’ll be warm. Michelle took a deep breath and held her head in her hands. She looked over at her book again. It was just a detective book, but she had been reading a particularly sexual scene. It had to be that. Telling herself that she see her husband soon enough, Michelle got up and waked to the door. She took another breath, hoping Ashlynn would help her out. “Ash? Baby, could…how long are you going to be?” “Can I get like five more minutes mom?” Michelle’s eyebrows perked up. Her daughter sounded normal. Cheery even. Michelle worried even more. She needed to pee. But she needed to salvage her daughter’s relationship first. She acquiesced, and made her way back to the bed, hoping her book would keep her occupied. Michelle looked at the clock. It hadn’t even been four minutes. Especially after what she had put Ashlynn through yesterday, she wanted to give her daughter plenty of room. But sitting with her morning pee for nearly an hour was starting to take precedent. Michelle put her book back down, she wasn’t retaining any information anyway. The shower was still rushing water out of its faucet and the noise pounded in Michelle’s eardrums. Each droplet called to her through the walls. Burrowing in her mind, they gave the desperate Mother an option Do it here. Ashlynn won’t notice. You’re already wet and so is the bed. Let her take her time. As she held herself, Michelle rejected the idea, despite the temptation. She rocked back and forth, holding her cold, damp pajamas against her sensitive skin. She looked over to the clock again. Five minutes. Leaping up from the bed, Michelle took a step towards the bathroom. She stopped. A rush of desperation demanded her attention. Hinging at her hips, Michelle bent forward and exhaled. Her bladder had recovered from her mishap the day before and was willing to give her a chance. Burying her hands into the crotch of her damp pajamas, Michelle kept her legs crossed and waddled to the bathroom door. The noise of Ashlynn’s shower caused her to clench with all her might as she gently rapped on the door. “Okay, Ashlynn?” Michelle bent her knees and began to bob up and down at the door “Baby, it’s been five minutes. Mammabear really…really… needs the bathroom.” The shower turned off. Michelle hoped her daughter would open the door next. Instead, she gave another request. “Can I get dressed real quick?” “Ash, just let me pee and you can have all the time you need.” Michelle danced, marching her legs in place. “Please mom? Can you wait? I’ll be quick, I promise!” Michelle began to wonder if Ashlynn was keeping her locked out on purpose. Michelle pushed the idea away. As she attempted to understand her daughter’s position, she gave one final grace “Alright. But be quick. I am not about to have another accident!” Michelle began to pace in front of the door as she held herself. Biting down on one of her fingers, worry began to take hold of her mind. I need to pee, oh my gosh I need to pee. I hope Ashlynn’s not keeping me. What if she hates me? Did I make my daughter hate me? Is she going to snap? What if I have another accident? Why did I like it yesterday? Michelle stopped pacing and held herself, wiggling in desperation that was quickly reaching a climax. She nearly jumped as a sharp pain stabbed at her bladder. Her tiering muscles were nearly finished holding her morning pee. Michelle pushed her back up against the wall, and put one foot against it, using her thigh to assist her hand in holding it. She exhaled. Its gonna happen! Hold it Michelle, hold it! You’re better than this! Don’t pee, don’t pee, don’t pee! The hairdryer began to echo through the wall. Fear gripped Michelle as she swallowed hard. Expressing her anxiety as anger, she pounded on the bathroom door. “Ash! I don’t have time for this! Open this door right now!” She pounded against the thin door again “C’mon baby, Mom really has to pee!” Nothing. Michelle wasn’t even sure if Ashlynn could hear her over the sound of the hairdryer. She held herself tightly at the doorway. You’re going to have to find another spot. You were good at this before. Find a trashcan or something Gingerly putting one foot in front of the other, Michelle looked around the room. The hotel had provided a desk against the far wall near the window, but there was no trash can under it. Michelle looked against the main door. No trash can either. Between the bed. Nothing. Fear gripped her again You could always wet your pajamas again. They haven’t dried yet. For a moment, she considered it. The bed looked different to her. Inviting. You could pee on the stain. Doesn’t matter now Biting her lip, Michelle made a fearful decision. She scampered over to the bed and hopped on. Hoping that Ashlynn stayed in the bathroom, Michelle couldn’t bear the thought of her daughter exiting the bathroom and seeing what her mother was about to do. Squatting over the stain of her daughter’s bed wetting, Michelle pulled down her pajama bottoms. Closing her eyes, she felt a strong rush of liquid push towards her exposed opening. Contracting her bladder muscles, Michelle could feel a moist sensation squirt out. A small arc stopped suddenly. Her muscles clenched, her brain telling her no. Michelle was desperate, but couldn’t pee. She felt cold, vulnerable, and distraught as she squatted on the hotel bed. A small dollop of wetness had moistened the stained bed. Pain. Her steely muscles had prevented her from getting her desperately needed relief. Michelle closed her eyes. She took a deep breath and prepared to try again. Contracting her frighted muscles, she tried to give herself permission to pee. It’s ok Michelle. Ash needs her space. You can do this for her, as her mother. It’s alright if you have to go. She won’t see you Her mental persuasion worked on herself. This time, Michelle felt the same rush of desperately held urine run towards her waiting pussy. With her eyes still closed, she could feel the first tingling sensation of relief. It was quickly followed by the first sounds of her pee pattering onto the mattress. Michelle was ready to exhale. She had broken her mental barrier and was about to enjoy her release when she heard a knock on the main door. “No!” She exclaimed. Covering her slit with her free hand, Michelle’s pee quickly wet her fingers. “Mom? Could you get that? I’m naked.” “Ye-yeah..sure h-hon.” Michelle regained control. As she slid her pajamas back over herself, a rogue rivulet of warm pee rolled down her leg, moistening her thigh as she carefully stepped off the bed. She wanted to cry. Her genitals burned with every agonizing step towards the door. Her bladder was angry, screaming like a petulant child that didn't get their way. With her legs crossed as tightly as she could squeeze them, Michelle answered the door, her hand buried into her crotch. “Clean?” The cleaning service asked. She spoke with an Eastern European accent “N-n-no, w-we’re ok…” Michelle’s body shook with the strain of holding her pee “Ok. When I come back?” The woman asked in broken English “L-lat-Ah!” Michelle slammed the door on the confused woman. Despite her best efforts to hold it, Michelle was starting to spurt pee into her pajama pants again. Knowing the hot, moist liquid was the harbinger of another accident, she whipped around to the bathroom door and made one final, desperate plea to her daughter. “Ashlynn. Honey. Please!” Michelle weakly knocked on the bathroom door, nearly in tears “I-I’m starting to pee my pants again.” Her voice cracking “Baby, please! I…I don’t want to h-have another a-accident.” Michelle sunk towards the floor, pee still spurting into her pajamas. As she started to resign herself to the fact that she was about to wet her pants again, Michelle heard the click of the door lock. Bursting into the bathroom with the last of her strength, Michelle darted towards the toilet. Upon seeing the porcelain bowl, her muscles gave in, and as Michelle pulled her pajama bottoms down, she sprinkled urine on the floor before she was able to hover over the toilet. Michelle groaned as she hovered over the toilet. A loud hiss erupted through the small bathroom as Michelle lowered herself to sit on the bowl. An uncontrollable spray of hot pee splattered the edge of the bowl, splashing into the water with a sound that nearly matched the verbose hissing of her desperately held pee. Michelle shuttered in ecstatic relief as she bent herself forward, then backwards against the back of the seat. Moaning as she continued to turn the toilet water yellow, she looked over to her topless daughter “Oh, Ash, I’m sorry I invaded your space.” Michelle contracted her bladder muscles, continuing to spray a thick stream into the toilet. “But Mama really needed this. Ohmygosh I had to pee.” Ashlynn tried to cover her ears but her mother’s moaning and hissing overpowered her senses. As her mother apologized again, Ashlynn made the mistake of looking over. Guess mom only shaves occasionally. Didn’t need to know that. Her mother made no effort to cover herself, and with her legs spread, Ashlynn could see the end of her mother’s pee stream begin to drip from her exposed snatch. Turning away, Ashlynn stepped out of the bathroom to give her pissing mother some privacy. Michelle couldn’t help but sigh as she finished. Taking a few squares of toilet paper, she cleaned herself and flushed. The next moments between her and her daughter were quiet as embarrassment and worry settled in. Michelle had wet herself and now peed in front of her daughter. That was embarrassment enough. But worry overrode both incidents. Michelle was worried that her daughter had locked her out maliciously, and that Ashlynn had firmly decided to hate her mother. Michelle also worried for herself, in her desperation, she had not forgotten her own mind’s preoccupation with having another accident. As she closed the bathroom door, Michelle couldn’t have felt more scared. ################################################################# Ashlynn wanted to start small talking with her mother, but after their interaction in the hotel room, it was hard to start. After the two had put their soiled clothes into the same bag that held her mother’s wet jeans from the day before, they packed and took the elevator to the lobby. Not a word was spoken. As they got off of the elevator and took advantage of the complimentary breakfast, the two still hadn’t said a word. Ashlynn put the blame on her shoulders. Her mind was wrought with questions, and the only one that could answer them may not even speak to her. Michelle didn’t feel very hungry as they sat down. Not only did the hotel food look sub-par, but the fear of what she had done to her relationship with her daughter had tied nots in her stomach. Eventually, Ashlynn came back with just and apple and some juice. “That’s all you’re getting?” Ashlynn nodded as she bit into her apple “You know they had some gluten-free options at the end of the table?” Ashlynn chewed and put her apple down on the small plate in front of her “How’d you know I went gluten-free?” “Your father and I were very worried with your problems last year. Of course I knew you were gluten-free.” “You were worried so much you didn’t ever take me to the doctor.” “Ash-I…” The stress of the past two days and the fear of losing her daughter’s respect came of Michelle. To stop herself from crying, she put her head in her hands. “I’ve been an awful mother.” Her voice was weak, muffled by her hands “N-no…I didn’t say that.” “Just say it Ash, just say it.” “No. I just…ok, you want the truth?” Michelle picked her head up. Looking her daughter in the eyes, she nodded. “I really just feel.” Ashlynn paused “Like I don’t really know you. It’s like. It’s like I’m not even wanted, or that you had me just to say that you had a kid.” “That’s not true! You’ve been a blessing, baby…it’s me. I-I wasn’t ready to have you.” “I was an accident?” Ashlynn squealed “No! No, no, nothing like that. Your father and I planned for you, and we. You know.” Michelle paused, searching for the right words “Expected to…um” “Ew. Mom!” Michelle shrugged “It’s how you got here! My point is…Ash…I didn’t know until I had you that I wasn’t ready. I was still…I am still…immature. Thank God for your father. He…” Michelle trailed off A smile broke across Ashlynn’s face “If you’re worried, I don’t hate you. I just wish we were closer. You know?” Michelle nodded “Me too honey. Me too.” Michelle slapped her thighs, now clad in jeans “Well, I have to tell the front desk about the bed. Talk in the car?” “I’d like that.” Ashlynn smiled, her worries dissipating. As she made her way back to the buffet selection, she could feel her bladder start to ask for relief. Knowing better since her incident yesterday, Ashlynn promised herself that she’d use a gas station’s facilities this time. Michelle made her way to the front desk, her large purse over her shoulder as she made her way to the man behind the counter “Um…hi. I’d like to check out. But, uh…there was a bit of a spill on the um…on the bed.” Robotically, he began typing on his computer “Which room?” “311.” “And was the spill food, beverage, chemical or urine?” “Uh…p-pee…it…it was pee.” The mas spoke in one long, unbroken sentence, unphased by her admission “I understand Mrs. Williams, and I do apologize, we know that accidents happen and do not assume that you committed this act intentionally, but we will have to assess a 50% fee to the total bill for your stay.” “I…understand.” The man nodded and took her card, and gave her the receipt. In short order, Michelle and Ashlynn were back on the road again. This time, small talk ensued almost immediately. Both Michelle and Ashlynn were glad to have cleared the air, and the conversation was light. Ashlynn was comfortably holding her filling bladder. The pressure against her privates produced a tingling sensation akin to a spice on the tongue. Crossing her legs, she was surprised at her mother’s question. “Hey Ash. Can I ask you something important?” “Sure.” “This morning. Did you.” Michelle paused “Did you keep me from the bathroom on purpose?” “No! Of course not! Why would I do that to you?” “I just thought that maybe, you know, that you blamed me for what happened last night.” “No. We have issues, I think that’s obvious. But like, I wouldn’t do that to you!” Michelle smiled “I know. I just needed to know.” “The fact that you would even bring that up hurts me.” “I told you, and I’ll admit I’m immature. I won’t lie baby, that might be something I’d do at your age.” “Mom! That’s so mean!” Michelle chuckled “You know, in some ways, I’m glad you’re your fathers daughter!” Ashlynn shook her head, not wanting to know the kind of escapades her mother used to get into. When they reached the gas station, Ashlynn hopped out, eager to avoid the mistake she made yesterday. Her mother asked her to pick up a few items while she was inside, a quick list that included water and soda. Skipping those items first, Ashlynn made her way to the back of the convenience store. As she opened the women’s restroom, she nearly gagged. The tile floor was stained, evidence that it had not been cleaned in quite some time. The foul odor that was emitting from the toilet itself was a retching sight. The water that was left in the bowl was black, tar like in color, and the uncleaned seat drove Ashlynn back outside. Grumbling, and worried about her filling bladder, Ashlynn purchased the items that her mother had asked her for. Crossing her legs in the isle, she rubbed her thighs, which were kept under her black leggings. She hoped there would be another stop soon. ##################################### As Michelle downed a water, she tossed it over to her daughters side, the bottle rolling onto the floor. Ashlynn was sitting at an odd angle, her legs crossed and her weight shifted onto one hip. Michelle thought of a way to connect with her daughter. “Kind of quiet. You want to trade songs?” Ashlynn looked up. “I dunno. I don’t think you’d like any of my stuff.” “How bad can it be?” Ashlynn shrugged and plugged her phone into the car charger. Taking the time to discreetly hold herself as she did. As she set up her music she asked “Are we stopping again anytime soon?” “Wasn’t planning on it, why?” “Oh, I forgot to buy a nail filer is all.” Ashlynn lied “You’ll be ok.” As the music began to play, Michelle regretted her decision to allow Ashlynn the speakers. It certainly wasn’t her kind of music. But she let it play on. A half an hour had nearly passed. Ashlynn had stopped paying attention, even to her own music. What she saw out the window worried her more. There was nothing but open fields and the occasional tuft of shrubs and trees. No place for them to stop. Certainly no proper place. She looked over to her mother, who has happily humming to her own music while she sipped on another water. Shifting in her seat again, Ashlynn tried to get comfortable. Perhaps her bladder wasn’t full at all. Maybe it was instead her anxiety from her unanswered questions. Ashlynn turned down the radio. “Hey Mom? Can I ask you. I don’t know…a kind of personal question?” “What kind of personal question?” “About this morning.” “Um…I guess.” “Do you” Ashlynn paused, she exhaled, partly in desperation, partly in awkwardness. “I guess I want to know. Do you um…wet the bed a lot?” Silence. Michelle’s music could faintly be heard. The older woman was debating on what to say. “I guess I should be honest with you. It-it happens more than I’d like. Yes. Why?” “Is it going to happen to me?” “Not unless you have a kid.” “What about, like alcohol? Will it happen again if I drink?” “If you drink a ton, yeah, maybe.” Ashlynn sighed “So I guess no fun for me. I’ll lock myself in my dorm, and just go to class.” “What are you talking about?” Ashlynn let her fears slip, her anxiety made her swallow hard “I’m scared mom. I-I’m not right for this. I shouldn’t have gone so far away. I don’t know anyone! We-we should turn back.” “Oh, knock it off Ash!” “No! I’m serious! I don’t want to go. If that happens to me, they’ll all make fun of me! I don’t want to go. I’m not good enough!” “Ash. Baby, sweetie…Where is al this coming from? Just from this morning?” Ashlynn sniffled, holding back tears “I don’t know. I’m scared!” “Of what?” “Everything!” Ashlynn screamed “Hey, easy baby, you’re going to do just fine. Remember when we moved?” Ashlynn curled into a ball, her worry enrapturing her mind, fear taking control despite her full bladder. “You were young, and you had the same fears, the same worries. But you know what? You made friends. Other kids wanted to be around you. I mean, how many boys asked you to the prom?” “Yeah but…” “So what’s so different about this?” “It’s easy to make friends when you’re like 6!” “Is it? My friends are mostly from college, Ash. And I’m not as strong, smart or pretty as you are. Maybe link up with the other grads from out of state. Or a sorority. That’s what they’re there for.” “Maybe.” “This isn’t like you Ash. You sure nothing is bothering you?” “No! This is like me! This is what I mean! You were never there when it counted! I used to get like this before track all the time. What do you think I quit? Dad would always be the one to calm me down.” Ashlynn sighed “I hate myself.” Michelle rubbed Ashlynn’s shoulder. “I. I can’t make up for it. And I’m sorry. But I’m here now. And I can’t tell you anything you don’t already know. I love you. Your dad loves you, and we both think the world of you. Things are scary before change, I get it. But…look…maybe just promise me a semester? If you don’t like it, you can transfer.” Ashlynn looked out the window. “Maybe not me. But can you promise Dad? He’s so proud of you. It’d break his heart if you quit.” Ashlynn looked back over, and rubbed her eyes. “I-I shouldn’t have said that about you.” “No-you’re being honest, it’s ok.” “No, but I want to promise you, mom. As long as we get to spend some time together on breaks. That’s all I’ve ever wanted from you.” “It’s a deal Ash.” Michelle looked at her daughter and smiled. “And I’m proud of you too.” Ashlynn nodded. The commotion had taken her mind off of her bladder, but she was again made aware of it. Pulling her leg up onto the seat, she dug her heel into her privates. There still was no bathroom in sight. More time had passed. How much, Ashlynn wasn’t sure. Her bladder was full, it pushed against her genital walls. She had promised it relief, and had not delivered. She peered down at her waistband, her bladder bulged and stretched her shirt and leggings. Ashlynn exhaled. “You ok sweetie?” Michelle asked “Yeah. Just um…doing a relaxation technique.” Ashlynn hid her real condition “Ah. You’ll be ok.” “Not much on this road, huh mom?” Ashlynn hinted at her predicament “Not for a while. Actually probably should have cooled it on those waters.” Michelle chuckled Ashlynn muttered to herself. She should have used the bathroom at the hotel. She didn’t blame herself for skipping the gas station bathroom, but she blamed herself for not using the public bathrooms at the hotel. Now, she was paying the price for her choice. Her filled bladder throbbed in discomfort that would soon become painful. There was no respite in sight. Michelle found it hard to drive. Not because she was particularly drowsy, but the rural highway was entrancing. There wasn’t much to look at. Not an exit, hardly other cars. She at least had her filling bladder to keep her company. She hadn’t been kidding when she suggested to her daughter that she drank her waters too quickly. Knowing that they were miles away from any populated exit made it slightly worse. Resigning herself to the fact that she’d probably have to squat at some point, Michelle comfortably wiggled in her seat. She’d be fine. Ashlynn shifted, to sit on the heel of her sneaker. Temporary relief came to her as she struggled with her bladder. Rocking on her heel, Ashlynn’s hand was now pressed firmly into her crotch. She leaned back into the car seat, closing her eyes, hoping that when she opened them, they’d be at a stopping area. Ashlynn opened her eyes again. She hadn’t slept, she hadn’t napped. It had only been a short time, and the pain in her swelled bladder was far greater than it had been. The only thing on her mind was relief. She exhaled again, feeling warm. She could only think of her pain. Reaching over, she turned her seat cooler onto its highest setting. The fan started to blast her clammy back. She was sweaty, hot. Almost feverish, her muscles were tense. Tightly held in their spots, they each attempted to quell Ashlynn’s irritated bladder. Her concentrated pee sloshed against the sides of her bladder, each movement of the heavy liquid put additional pressure against her strained muscles. Michelle could feel her bladder swelling. Having already experienced her intense morning desperation, her mind was fixated on avoiding another mishap. Looking at her printed out directions, Michelle made a decision. They had miles to go before their next exit, and she wasn’t willing to risk her bladder or her pants again, as her memory of yesterday’s accident ran through her mind. Turning her head, she was about to let her daughter know of her decision. Surprisingly, she saw Ashlynn contorted and twisted, her legs wrapped around each other and her hands buried into her crotch. Instantly, Michelle knew what was wrong with her daughter. “Ash. Baby, do you have to pee?” “Uh…um…” Ashlynn didn’t want to admit that she forwent the bathroom again “Let me rephrase that. Ashlynn. I know you have to pee.” “Ok. Fine. Yeah mom, I really, really have to freaking pee! Are we stopping soon?” Michelle slapped the car hazard lights on and slowed the car to a halt as she pulled over to the side of the road. “As a matter of fact, we’re stopping right now.” “Um…” “I may have missed my chances to teach you motherly things as you were growing up. But I’m not missing them anymore. Now c’mon.” “Wh-where?” “In that mess of bushes over there.” Michelle pointed across the open field next to them “Mom…I can’t…” “This is something I wish my mother taught me. If you’re going to be partying and doing all the things you’re supposed to do in college, you’re going to need to know how to pee outside. It’s not hard, I’ll show you.” “It’s…what if someone sees me?” “They won’t. Let’s go, Mama’s gotta pee too.” Ashlynn didn’t move. Michelle continued to coerce “Do you want to end up like I did yesterday?” “Honestly mom. I…I think I’d rather pee my pants.” “Ash.” Michelle paused for a moment. She hoped her daughter hadn’t had the same conflicting thoughts she did. “Ash, peeing yourself isn’t an option right now. What would your father think if you did that to his seat?” Ashlynn looked at her mother. She just needed another nudge. Michelle was about to teach her daughter. She reached out her hand, which Ashlynn took. “Look, Ash, if you have a fear of peeing outside, let me help you. Mamabear used to be a party girl, she can show you how to do it.” Ashlynn decided to trust her mother. Stepping out of the car, Ashlynn followed her across the field. Ashlynn was half bent over, swaying her knees and clutching herself to hold her full bladder. It was starting to feel like a rock. Her abdomen was tight. She felt like the weight of her distended bladder was trying to pull her into the earth. Her mother stopped once they reached the patch of shrubs and trees. Upon doing so she gave her first instruction. “Honey, can you stand next to me?” Ashlynn obeyed, though her knees were shaking. She was nearly at her limit. She was finding it harder and harder to stand up straight and couldn’t clench any harder. “Okay, so first, look left.” Michelle demonstrated “Then look right, then as you look left again…really only if you’re wearing jeans, or something with a zipper, undo your pants. And if you have a friend, this is where you ask them to cover you.” Michelle shimmed out of her jeans and squatted, carefully holding her jeans out of the way “And remember to keep your pants out of the way.” Ashlynn continued to squirm as she watched a leaf below her mother suddenly show drops of liquid on one of its tips. Her mother gave one final instruction “And once you’ve done that.” Quickly, a splattering could be heard from the dirt. “Pee.” Michelle sighed “Your turn.” Ashlynn bit her lip. She didn’t have a choice, and was about to burst. Listening to her mother pee wasn’t helping. Deciding to get it over with, Ashlynn promptly followed none of her mother’s instructions and instead whipped her black leggings down. Squatting next to her peeing mother, she quickly found relief. By the time she was over the dirt, piss came rocketing forth. A loud hiss erupted from her tired muscles. Her thick stream of wet pee kicked up dirt from the ground onto her ankles and droplets of her warm urine splashed the outside of her sneakers. Ashlynn closed her eyes and sighed. The relief was unimaginable, orgasmic, almost. “Ashlynn, baby! Oh my goodness! How long have you been holding it?” Michelle asked, pee still pouring from her exposed pussy “Since…since the hotel.” Ashlynn panted The dry dirt that had been moved under the force of Ashlynn’s stream now created a small pool that held her bubbling piss. An obvious puddle had formed under her as she sighed again “Sweetie, you can’t be doing that to yourself. Tell me next time, ok?” Ashlynn nodded, enjoying her relief. The two were hidden enough from the highway, but should anyone have walked along the field, the act that the two were committing would have been obvious. Mother and daughter, their bare butts exposed, spraying fresh pee onto the dirt below them. Michelle’s own stream was dwarfed by her daughter’s, but as she watched the clear spraying liquid wet the ground in front of her, she felt proud. Though it was unconventional, she could say that she taught her daughter something. A skill that she could pass down. As she felt the last of her bladders contents rushing out of her snatch, she closed the lesson. “I’m just about done, you ok honey?” Ashlynn nodded and finally opened her eyes. Her stream was no longer as loud or fast as it had been, but it continued to spray the ground at a reasonably fast pace. She looked over to her mother, who’s stream had stopped, but she was still occasionally spirting clear piss onto the ground. Ashlynn could see her contracting her muscles to force whatever was left, out. “That wasn’t so bad, was it?” Michelle smiled at her daughter, her flow finally stopping. She continued to drip Ashlynn shook head. “We’ve got a little ways before we reach a populated area. Mom’s probably going to need to do this again. You’ll tell me if you need to join me, right?” Ashlynn smiled. Her flowing urine cutoff and she too started to drip. Michelle smiled too and rubbed her daughters back. “See, I can teach you things too! This was easy, right?” “Actually, yeah.” Halfway chuckling, Ashlynn admitted “It was even kind of fun!” “I wouldn’t go that far dear. Here, one more thing.” Michelle reached into her purse, still squatting as she air-dried “Buy a couple packs of these and put them in your purse.” Michelle produced a pack of tissues “They’ll bail you out if need be.” Wiping herself, she tossed the used tissue onto the ground and stood, picking her panties and jeans up with her. “Are these bio-degradable?” Ashlynn asked, still squatting “Uhh…” As Ashlynn studied the package, Michelle could hear another faint hiss. Her daughter was peeing again. “Baby, how much did you drink?” “First one of the day. I’ve been waiting awhile.” The second stream wasn’t much, and stopped after just a few seconds. “Huh. These are bio-degradable. Good job mom!” “Um…thanks.” Ashlynn cleaned herself too and dropped her used tissue into the pool of cool piss that she had created. Standing, she smiled at her mom “Ready?” Michelle asked “Ready!” As they walked back to the car, Ashlynn reached out and hugged her mother with one arm. It may have been the high of her desperately needed relief, or perhaps she was finally getting what she wanted all along. Womanly advice and someone to lean on. Looking back as they reached the car, Ashlynn saw two small tuffs of white tissue. Markers of what they had done. Climbing back into the car, Michelle turned the hazards off and merged back onto the highway. Ashlynn had another question “Hey mom? You said that wetting myself wasn’t an option. Is it ever really an option?” Instinctually, Michelle wanted to say no, but there was something deep inside her. She said nothing as she tried to bury it, leaving her daughter without an answer. A/N: This is way longer than I had originally intended it to be. Coming in at 5k words, it will be the longest of this series. I hope the return to descriptive desperation was well received. Did you prefer Michelle or Ashlynn's situation? Personally, I feel as though I short-changed Ashlynn's desperation a little. Also, I feel as though I may have mishandled the sub-plot of Ashlynn feeling anxious about going to school. Did her conversation with Michelle feel misplaced or out-of-the-blue? In any case, the wait for chapter 4 will be much shorter! Asuna.bed.wet., derektor_2000, WiiGuy86 and 4 others 7 Quote Link to comment
LifeIsStrange 1,003 Posted April 26, 2022 Share Posted April 26, 2022 I preferred Michelle's situation. knockonthedoor 1 Quote Link to comment
knockonthedoor 1,210 Posted April 26, 2022 Author Share Posted April 26, 2022 15 hours ago, LifeIsStrange said: I preferred Michelle's situation. Yeah, I think the description was much more varied. Probably from the different setting. Does everyone else prefer Michelle over Ashlynn? Not just that scene but in general? Quote Link to comment
orangelion 456 Posted April 26, 2022 Share Posted April 26, 2022 I too liked Michelle's situation more. I think it is due to the different setting, and that Michelle leaked and almost voluntary peed on the bed. On the other hand, you wanted Ashlynn to make it and a that it little less exciting. I think her conversation did come a bit out-the-blue as it was never alluded to before, but it wasn't unexpected. She was going to a different place where she knew no one and she wouldn't have her parents around, so it is understandable. I just imagine that she had those worries in the back of her head and the recent events made them worse. I do prefer Michelle a bit more than Ashlynn and I think it's due to Michelle having more time in the story so the reader gets to know her a bit more than Ashlynn. knockonthedoor 1 Quote Link to comment
knockonthedoor 1,210 Posted April 26, 2022 Author Share Posted April 26, 2022 (edited) 4 hours ago, orangelion said: I too liked Michelle's situation more. I think it is due to the different setting, and that Michelle leaked and almost voluntary peed on the bed. On the other hand, you wanted Ashlynn to make it and a that it little less exciting. I think her conversation did come a bit out-the-blue as it was never alluded to before, but it wasn't unexpected. She was going to a different place where she knew no one and she wouldn't have her parents around, so it is understandable. I just imagine that she had those worries in the back of her head and the recent events made them worse. I do prefer Michelle a bit more than Ashlynn and I think it's due to Michelle having more time in the story so the reader gets to know her a bit more than Ashlynn. Yeah, I think I botched the delivery of that conversation a little. That being said, I think it was cathartic for the two to have that conversation. Would it have made the scene better if she was caught peeing on the bed by Ashlynn? Edited April 26, 2022 by knockonthedoor (see edit history) Quote Link to comment
orangelion 456 Posted April 26, 2022 Share Posted April 26, 2022 Yeah, it definitely was cathartic for them. I don't see how the scene would have been better if Michelle was caught peeing the bed though. I just think it would have been a bit different, but not really change anything. knockonthedoor 1 Quote Link to comment
knockonthedoor 1,210 Posted April 28, 2022 Author Share Posted April 28, 2022 (edited) A/N: Told you Chapter 4 would be here quicker! As always, there'll be a few questions at the end. Feedback is not only appreciated but encouraged! As this is right now the canonical end of this story, I'll have a personal review at the end. I would love your thoughts as well, as I have a few important questions. Chapter 4 Comparatively, the rest of the trip was uneventful. Ashlynn had comfortably fallen into a nap, and Michelle focused on the road, though there wasn’t much to look at. She played the license plate game, looking for all the different states. Though with so few cars on the road, finding ones that were unique to the state they were in was enough of a challenge. She liked to wonder where everyone was headed. Would she ever get to meet them? Would they ever have the same struggles she experienced? As the thought crossed her mind, she looked over at Ashlynn, who was soundly sleeping. It hadn’t taken much for her to get over her fear, and perhaps her obvious desperation was to credit, but Michelle felt proud. It was an odd thing to feel proud of, and yet she did. As Michelle continued to ponder, she figured her pride came in helping her daughter conquer her fear. It could have also stemmed from the fact that what they had done was private. Usually an act left for the shadows, instead, Michelle had opened herself to her daughter, and she hoped, helped her grow. In a way, they had both physically and metaphorically exposed themselves to each other, and that was enough for Michelle to consider the trip a success. Michelle wondered if her accident had done the same. She certainly remembered Ashlynn’s tears. Her pleas for her mother to stop. And Michelle’s own effort as she felt her panties moistening. It was not an experience she wanted to relive. To be standing in public with hot pee rolling down her legs was not how she pictured herself connecting with her maturing daughter. As the memories came back in the quiet, Michelle was reminded to let her husband know. Sighing, she grabbed her phone and tapped out a text, occasionally looking back up at the road Honey, I wet the bed again It wasn’t something Michelle had wanted to type. But her body had forced her, and her husband had to know. She was sure he didn’t want that text either. A few moments later, her phone buzzed back. Oh no! You OK? Should probably let Dr. Leibermann know. The rest of the trip was a success though. He’ll want to know that too. Love you! Michelle put her phone back down and stretched in her seat. Downing the last bottle of water, she prepared for the final leg of their trip. Ashlynn fluttered her eyes open. Her face was warm from a combination of both the sun and her hand. Her arm was numb, and she shook it out. “We there yet?” “Almost. We just crossed into Massachusetts. We’ll be there in about an hour or so.” Ashlynn grumbled and rubbed her eyes “Boy, this looks a little like Georgia, doesn’t it Ash?” “Um. Not really mom.” “You don’t think so? With all the farmland and trees? Except everything feels so narrow!” “But the trees don’t have any of that hanging moss. And the stonewalls?” “I guess. At least it’s a little unique I guess. But I thought the north had big cities?” “Well sure, but not everywhere!” Ashlynn waited to pivot the conversation “How long was I asleep?” Michelle shrugged. “I don’t know. Couple hours?” Ashlynn nodded, trying to make small talk, but not necessarily interested in the conversation. She felt a dull ache in her bladder, a slight pressure against her genitals. She smiled, remembering her mother’s decisive lesson. “You know, that was actually kind of fun.” “What was?” “I mean I really feel like I can do it now.” “Oh!...You mean?” “Uh-huh. You made it less…gross? Maybe more understandable.” “I think its natural to not want to do that where others could see it, or you. I’m just here to show you how to do it and not get caught.” Michelle smiled “Yeah…” Ashlynn smiled back. “Do…um…do you have to go again?” “No. Why do you?” “Kinda. But I was more hoping-“ “Don’t tell me you want to do that again?” Michelle’s voice rang of shock and disappointment “Squatting in a bush with your mother isn’t supposed to be fun Ash. It’s just something that had to be done!” “But at least it was something we shared. I feel like we don’t have anything in common!” “Everyone pees dear.” “Yeah but not everyone uses it to conquer a fear! I’m just trying to say that I enjoyed it.” “You enjoy peeing outside?” Michelle’s voice was low, she was worried that she had inadvertently uncovered something. First, her thoughts about her own desperation, now, her daughter. It was her turn to fear. Fear that Ashlynn might see this as the height of their bond “No. I enjoy learning things from you. Its what I have with dad, and honestly, have hardly ever got from you. Until now.” Her daughter more or less confirmed her fears with words. In a way, Michelle blamed herself. “Look. I’m glad I taught you something honey but…I-um…I don’t have to go, so….Can you wait?” “Fine. I know its strange to say mom, but I felt like we really shared something.” Michelle wanted to agree. She had to agree. But she didn’t want this to be her path to her daughter. She had gotten Ashlynn to open up. But she wondered if it cost her a normal relationship. What was worse still was that Michelle wasn’t telling the whole truth. Their conversation had encouraged her dormant bladder, and their final stop would be one that she’d need to take. The question of whether or not Ashlynn would try to use Michelle’s need for another ‘experience’ plagued the 42 year-old woman’s mind. ############################# As the farmland and stonewalls gave way to small towns and populated neighborhoods Michelle began to feel more and more of her urine press on her genitals. They were close to their final stop, which was just over twenty minutes from Ashlynn’s college. Still, she unconsciously began to shift her weight from one hip to the other. Squirming in her seat, she could feel the heat from her tightening muscles. While her need was certainly greater than when Ashlynn asked her last, Michelle did not feel worried about her filling bladder. By the time Michelle took the car off of the highway, the ache of her bladder had become more acute. She figured it was her time to use the gas station bathroom. She let her daughter know of her intent as they pulled into the filling station. “Honey, could you fill up the car? Mom’s gonna use the bathroom.” “Oh…I was gonna go…” “You can after me. I’ve been waiting for a little while.” There was a pause as Michelle reached for the handle. Ashlynn grabbed her other wrist. “Wait. Mom. I know its different. But there has to be another trick. Something that I should know before school.” “Ash, please don’t ask what I think you’re asking.” “I am. I’ve been thinking about what you said. About making friends. And…and liking to be around people. And I do, you’re right. If I’m going to be taking trips and doing all the things you did in school, shouldn’t I learn them now?” “This isn’t right. We should have a regular-“ “Mom, nothing about this trip has been regular.” Ashlynn looked her mother dead in the eyes. The matching brown color of Mother and Daughter meeting. “Please? You said you wish you mother taught you some of this ‘girl stuff’. I don’t want to miss the opportunity.” Michelle sighed. Her bladder was starting to bother her. She leaned forward, defeated by her own emotions as she sat back down. “If I show you this, will you at least call us twice a month?” Ashlynn nodded “I’ll probably call you every day if you want.” Ashlynn offered her mother the one thing she was hoping for. The reason for the trip. A deal she couldn’t pass up. “I can’t believe you talked me into this.” Michelle sighed again. “Alright dear. Get two large cups, ones with a wide top. We’ll wait until we get to school.” Giddy, Ashlynn sprang out of her seat “Love you Mom!” She called as she made her way into the convenience store “Love you too baby.” And that’s the only reason I’m doing this. Michelle thought to herself as she tried to quell her own intrigue. Ashlynn counted down the minutes. They were back on the road, hurdling towards her new life. In the moment, she basked in the joy of her newfound experience with her mother. Internally, she understood the abnormality of their relationship, but in the end, it got her what she wanted. Ashlynn looked over. Smiling at her still driving Mother. This trip had been what she wanted. She spoke her mind, she got to be honest, and as a bonus, she even found a new skill. Her new life was waiting in front of her. And her teenage angst behind her. She loved her Dad. She loved her Mom. She couldn’t help but beam a glorious smile. She was starting to love her life. Both Mother and Daughter were nursing a full bladder as they entered campus. Having arrived late due to their travel that day, most of the students were in the dorms or cafeteria. The campus was theirs, minus the cars tightly packed against each other. Carefully, Michelle navigated the sedan down a narrow path, which was normally small for one car. But with both sides of the street housing parked cars, it was a tight fit. Eventually, as they made their way past the dorms, the street opened to a parking lot. The lot was also packed, but not full. Navigating towards the back, Michelle turned the car around and backed into a free space near the back. Spots were free on either side, and both Michelle and Ashlynn had a good view of the walkway that surrounded the parking lot and led back to the dorms. Michelle took a deep breath and exhaled “Ready?” She looked over at Ashlynn Her daughter was bouncing in her seat, holding herself. Excitedly, she looked back at her mother “Yes! Really ready!” Michelle broke into a nervous laugh. “I cannot believe you have me doing this.” “Show me! What do I have to learn?” “Alright…alright.” Michelle accepted her predicament verbally, yet not quite internally. “So this one is good if you can’t leave the car for whatever reason.” Michelle made a tiered motion with her hands. “Look to squat first. Especially with a friend. But if you have no other option.” She picked up the cup closest to her “These kinds of cups will be your best friend.” “So always have trash laying around?” Ashlynn joked “No, of course not!” Michelle laughed nervously again “But anything with a wide mouth. Can’t really aim like a guy can.” Ashlynn nodded “And you gotta be around friends you really trust.” Michelle unbuttoned her jeans and pulled her zipper down. As she wiggled out of her jeans in her seat, she watched Ashlynn do the same instinctively. Both now sat, exposed with their panties and pants wrapped around their ankles. Michelle continued the lesson “You don’t want to do this while you’re driving of course. But put the cup right about here.” Michelle lowered the cup with experience. It was just inches away from her awaiting snatch, ready for her to relieve herself. She observed her daughter, who was attempting to emulate her mother. “No, honey.” Michelle spoke with the gentleness of a correcting mother “scootch your butt up a little more. You’re going to get it all over the seat.” Ashlynn followed her instruction, angling herself over the edge of her seat. She placed the cup right up against herself. “Oh no, don’t do that baby. Here. Watch what Mama’s doing.” Ashlynn peered at her bottomless mother and repositioned the cup to match. Once Michelle saw that her daughter had mirrored her movement, she gave her final instructions “And make sure you have a good grip-“ A light tapping could be heard. Then a droning splatter as Michelle began to pee into her cup “Because it gets heavy when you pee.” Soon the same tapping sound could be heard from the other side of the car. Ashlynn had started to fill her cup as well. The sound of urine smacking into the bottom of a cup was replaced with a loud hiss as both women emptied themselves into their respective cups. Michelle’s trimmed bush and experienced snatch outpaced her daughters shaven pussy as the cup began to feel heavy for both. Having drank energy drinks and soda, Ashlynn’s urine was a yellowish liquid that could be mistaken for nothing else, but Michelle had downed mostly water. As a consequence, a clear liquid poured out of her and into the awaiting cup. The car was filled with the auditory sound of both cups filling. It was as if both mother and daughter were pouring drinks for themselves as the liquid reached the top of each respective cup, the noise changing as the volume of each cup was filled with hot pee. Michelle sighed. She finished first. “Ahh...finished. You good?” “Just about!” Ashlynn pushed the last out. “What next?” “Wait ‘till you catch everything.” Michelle pointed at Ashlynn’s dripping slit. “Then be careful and dump it.” Reaching out of the car window, Michelle emptied her cup onto the ground. Placing it back in the cupholder, she pulled up her panties. A jolt of excitement ran through her as her wet labia connected with her panties. It dared her to give her panties more. Goosebumps. Her nipples hardening slightly, Michelle was taken by a wave of extasy as she pushed. Squeezing and contorting her nearly empty bladder, Michelle strained, attempting to extract more pleasure from her secret desire. That’s when she felt her panties warm slightly. She bit her lip. It was electric. “Mom?” Michelle snapped back to reality “Oh! Um…what?” “I’m done. Do, do you want this back?” Ashlynn held the empty cup in her hand. “Uh…no. Just toss it.” Ashlynn nodded “You ok? You kind of spaced out there.” “Yeah…yeah I’m fine Ash. You uh…learn something?” Ashlynn smiled “Not everyone gets a lesson like that, but it’s a skill I’m glad I learned!” Michelle smiled back “Well…it wasn’t quite what I was expecting. But you know what honey? I’m really glad you let me take you up here.” “And I’m glad we got to talk. And I know, not everyone watches their mom pee her pants on a road trip. But that’ll sure be quite the story, right?” “Ash, you better not tell any of your little friends about that!” Michelle giggled Ashlynn joined her in a laugh and gave her mom a hug “I’m just glad it wasn’t me this time!” “This time?” Ashlynn shrugged “Who knows what’ll happen when we get together again? And besides, you’re cool. You can pee your pants and I’ll still love you!” Michelle laughed “Yeah, put that on a shirt!” The two broke the embrace. “I still don’t really want to leave, Mom.” Ashlynn’s voice was in a low tone “Go Ash. This is your time. Where you become the woman you’ll be. It’s going to be fun, and I’m proud of you. I just wish I was there a little more along the way for you. But your dad and I love you very much.” “Hey maybe we can hangout when I’m back in October?” “I’d like that.” As Ashlynn got her things out of the car, Michelle ran a hand over her crotch quickly. Her panties were slightly wet, damp from her excursion. She worried about what had gotten into her. Despite her attempts to bury it, she knew she’d have a long car ride back with just her conscious. She was wishful she’d be able to submerge her desires by the time she got home. Disappointed with herself for her intentionally damp panties, Michelle hoped her daughter had not had the same experience. As she watched Ashlynn take her things up to her dorm, she was unaware that her daughter had also pulled her panties over herself, and had dried into them. The same dampness was calling to Ashlynn. And given her age, she was much more exploratory. A/N: Did the lack of desperation harm the quality of this story for you? Was the "teaching" angle a decent replacement? I am worried that this is a bit of a weak ending, but I'll explain more in my own thoughts below: As I explained at the start, this is the reworked ending, and where the original idea finished. Michelle and Ashlynn's relationship is better, and Michelle wishes her daughter off to school. However, as I was writing, I expanded on the "might be into omo" aspect. This gave me an idea for an epilogue. Depending on feedback from you all, I may or may not use it to expand into a new series. So there will be one more, non-canonical chapter, that might become cannon, based on your earnest feedback. As for the series as a whole, I can't help but feel like I could have done a better job. I usually like to mix up chapters, so its not just a ton of unintentional wetting, but at the same time, I feel like there just wasn't enough. Perhaps I should have added a duel wetting between the two, or have made Ashlynn have an accident in front of Michelle, but at the same time, I wanted to restrict the "original run" to 4 chapters. I also feel like I didn't add enough desperation to each section either, and perhaps both issues are connected. Compounding this is what I feel like is a lackluster chapter 4. No real desperation, a TON of insinuation and a mediocre description of Michelle and Ashlynn filling their cups next to each other. Overall, I like the story, and the dynamic between the two, but I can't help but feel like I made some mistakes in taking this to its full potential as a story. Edited April 28, 2022 by knockonthedoor (see edit history) Bedwettingchik12, orangelion, Bismiris and 3 others 6 Quote Link to comment
orangelion 456 Posted April 28, 2022 Share Posted April 28, 2022 I thought Michelle teaching Ashlynn one last thing before dropping her off was a fitting ending for the story, even if it wasn't as hot as an alternate ending could have been. I too think the reason that this story didn't reach it's full potential was due to it's length. We were getting to know two brand new characters in 4 chapters and that limits the amount of omo you can put into it. A way to get around it would be to make the chapters themselves longer, but I'm sure that you wanted to limit the length of each chapter. I still think it's a good story and I enjoyed reading it. knockonthedoor and Bismiris 2 Quote Link to comment
knockonthedoor 1,210 Posted April 28, 2022 Author Share Posted April 28, 2022 53 minutes ago, orangelion said: it wasn't as hot as an alternate ending could have been. I'm glad the ending at least fit the tone of the rest of the story, what do you would have been a hotter ending? More desperation or omo? 55 minutes ago, orangelion said: I too think the reason that this story didn't reach it's full potential was due to it's length. We were getting to know two brand new characters in 4 chapters and that limits the amount of omo you can put into it. A way to get around it would be to make the chapters themselves longer, but I'm sure that you wanted to limit the length of each chapter. I still think it's a good story and I enjoyed reading it. I feel like the limit to a chapter in an omo story should be around 5 or 6k words. Then it kind of drags imo. Right now, that's the biggest lesson I learned from "I think my boss needs to pee". So I have been trying to limit the length of each of these sections in that respect. I'm glad you liked the story! Hopefully the non-cannon ending (as it stands now) will be a good read for you as well! Quote Link to comment
orangelion 456 Posted April 28, 2022 Share Posted April 28, 2022 I think more desperation would have been hotter. 1 hour ago, knockonthedoor said: I feel like the limit to a chapter in an omo story should be around 5 or 6k words. Then it kind of drags imo I don't think longer chapters drag at all. I didn't mind the longer chapters in "I think my boss needs to pee", though I can see how it can be a drag to write such long chapters. You do what you like best. Looking forward to reading the epilogue! knockonthedoor 1 Quote Link to comment
knockonthedoor 1,210 Posted May 2, 2022 Author Popular Post Share Posted May 2, 2022 (edited) A/N: As of right now, this story is not cannon. While I'm calling it an epilogue, its only because I'm unsure of how this story effects the enjoyment of the other four chapters. Based on feedback from you, either through posts or likes, I may decide to make this cannon and continue a new series with these characters. As far as omo goes, there's a ton of it in this chapter and some good desperation. Let me know what you think! As always, feedback is not only appreciated but encouraged! Epilogue Michelle made the short trip from her bedroom to an alcove in the hallway. The laundry had been done for some time and she finally had a break from her work. Opening up the dryer, she plucked her pajamas from the top of the pile. Balling them into her hand, she smelled the crotch. The stench of pee filled her nostrils. “Ugh.” Michelle was disgusted Still holding her pajamas, she made her way to the kitchen. Her husband was enjoying his lunch. With interest, he watched his wife walk over to the kitchen trash, pajamas in hand. “Hey, babe, aren’t those are your favorite?” Michelle nodded “Yeah.” She looked at them, her face burning with embarrassment. “They…they smell like pee.” “You can’t bleach them?” Her husband didn’t bat an eye “I tried…I tried after…after last time.” Michelle’s voice broke a little “But after the other night…” Her voice trailed off “Well. You’re going to see Doctor Leibermann this afternoon. Right?” Michelle nodded as she flipped open the trash can. “Wait! Dear, why don’t you keep those? We. We’re going to get through this. Ok?” Michelle wanted to cry. She stood with her head down, staring at the open trash. Her husband walked over to her and gave her a loving embrace “It’ll be alright. I’m sorry this happens to you, but I’m still here, right babe?” Michelle nodded, falling into his chest as she turned around “It’s just another obstacle. You’ll get through this. I promise. Just don’t. Don’t toss out things you love. We don’t need to change just because of this little thing.” “It’s not little.” Michelle tried to push away “I didn’t mean it like that. It’s important. But I just don’t want to see you down over it. I still love you. Ashlynn will be back next week, we’ll be a family again. And I don’t think either one of us want to see you worried over this. We wanna see you smile.” Jeff smiled to accent his point. Michelle didn’t share in it. Instead she spoke curtly “You want these? Fine!” She tossed them into his chest Walking back to her home office in a huff, she called back “I’m leaving for Dr. Liebermann’s in a half hour. Don’t bother me!” She slammed the door behind her Jeff stood for a moment. Bewildered at his wife’s outburst. He thought of the only thing that could make it right Michelle wasn’t working. She was sulking. Her face buried in her hands, she wondered if she’d ever get over her problem. Why it started, she had no idea. If it would stop, she had no idea. She just wanted comfort. She knew comfort would only come with knowing. Despite her plea for quiet, she heard a knock on the door. “Michelle. I know I’m not a wordsmith, I didn’t mean to offend you honey. I uh…I made you something.” Out of love for her husband, Michelle came to the door. She opened it slowly, her worry showing in her face. Her husband stood in the doorway, a steaming mug full of tea. Her favorite. Michelle couldn’t help but smile as he apologized “I think I minimized your experience and made you feel in-uh…what’s the word?” “Inadequate?” “Yeah. And I didn’t mean to. I was just trying to help.” Michelle’s smile broke into a full on grin “So you have been reading that psyche book Ash sent us!” Jeff looked sheepishly at the ground “Well, I only understood about half of it…” Michelle took the tea from him and began to sip. Jeff wasn’t done with his apology “Did you…did you just want me to listen?” Michelle nodded and took another sip. “I’d like a shoulder to cry on.” “That’s why I’m here.” Michelle took a huge gulp of tea. “I’ve never had this happen before. I just…I don’t know why it keeps happening!” Jeff wanted to respond, but thought better of it “It never happened to me as a kid. And even when I had Ashlynn. Nothing. Why now?” She repeated the phrase as she received another embrace from her husband “I don’t want to keep doing this! I…I’ve ruined so much…” “Like what?” Jeff’s only words “Here” She motioned for Jeff to follow as they walked out of the room and down the small hallway to the master bedroom. “I had to do the sheets again the other day. Look what I found.” Michelle pulled up the spare sheets, revealing the mattress “This is all because of me.” A massive stain sat on Michelle’s side of the bed. It housed different colors and different spots from the age and number of times it had been created. “I’d say we need a new mattress, but I’d end up ruining that one too!” Michelle reached for another hug as she covered the bed again “Do you still just want me to listen?” Asked her husband “I just want you to know how hard it is to keep waking up to this. I-I I can’t help it!” They stood in the master bedroom, in each other’s arms for a while. Michelle didn’t want to cry, but her eyes were wet. Eventually she broke the embrace. “I’ll be back in a few hours…I’m sorry I snapped at you dear.” “It’s ok. I just hope we can understand it a little better soon.” “Me too.” With that, Michelle downed the rest of her tea and made her way out the door, but not before taking a water bottle from the fridge. The first leg of her trip to Dr. Leibermann’s office was uneventful. Michelle cut through a few neighborhoods and local back roads in order to shorten the distance before she reached the main road. A two lane avenue, it connected the two towns efficiently. Every so often, she’d take a sip from her plastic water bottle, the cool drink combatting her insides that had been warmed from the tea. Together, they created a pleasant sensation that enticed Michelle to sip more and more water as she drove. It wasn’t until she hit the construction traffic that Michelle felt the first hint of her filling bladder. She looked at her now empty water bottle That was a bad idea. Recognizing her mistake, Michelle told herself that she’d use the bathroom when she got to the office. It quelled her thoughts for a while, and she turned on the radio to distract herself. Traffic would move for a while, then stop. A flagman controlled the vehicle movement and it gave Michelle some comfort that they were moving in a rhythmic manner. She tapped her fingers on the steering wheel, her painted nails clacking off of the device. As her tea and water continued to push into her bladder, Michelle countered using her womanly muscles. A dull ache, it remained until she passed though the construction work. Michelle could already feel relief as she pulled into the parking lot. She had begun to massage her thighs when she could in an effort to calm herself, and was looking forward to easing herself. As she parked and climbed out of her car, she kept her legs together, the pressure countering her bladders demand. A short walk inside gave her some levity as she knew she was about to use the toilet. A small family office, Michelle was greeted by the usual eight or nine chairs in the front closest to the windows, and a surprisingly empty front desk. Typically, Dr. Leibermann’s wife would attend to her, but she was no where to be found. As the soothing music and ambient sounds were played in her ears, Michelle walked by the empty desk and made her way down the open hallway. Standing at the only available bathroom was Dr. Libermann “Oh, Michelle. Hi. Good to see you.” His usual gentle voice was curt. Concerned “Hi Doctor. Is something wrong?” “Yes. One of my…emotionally challenged clients…I believe they broke my wife’s nose…Kelly…dear, are you alright?” Michelle could hear sniffles and tears through the thin walls. “Do you need to go to the hospital?” The doctor was clearly worried, he turned back to Michelle “I’m very sorry Michelle.” He tried to smile, but his worry shown through, he didn’t notice Michelle bobbing in place, her desperation growing “Is it possible to do this another time?” “Uh…I-“ “Mrs. Liebermann, why don’t we go to the urgent care up the road?” Michelle turned. A thin, but younger woman quickly walked by her, an ice pack and bandage in hand. It was the other doctor, Doctor Snyder. She was newer, but took charge of the situation. “Doctor, if you want to start your session, I can take Kelly.” Without waiting for a response, the 30 year-old doctor walked into the bathroom and emerged with Dr. Leiberman’s wife. The sixty-something year old was holding her nose, clearly in pain. Though Dr. Snyder was thin, she helped support the larger woman, her olive skin contrasting with Kelly’s white. The two walked by the bobbing Michelle, who had nearly forgotten her need in the commotion. Dr. Leibermann looked at her. “I’m open to doing our session Michelle, but you’ll understand if I’m not as attentive. If you wish to come back…“ Two forces controlled Michelle’s answer. She was sick of waking up to a wet bed. She was fearful of her body, and she felt for Dr. Lebermann. If anything, she thought, he could use someone to talk to in order to take his mind off of what had happened. Her maternal instincts kicked in “No, no, I’d prefer if we had our session today. I feel like I need one.” Dr. Leibermann nodded and led her into his office, just to the right of the bathroom. Before entering, Michelle took one last glance at the restroom door. I should have asked. But with all that… She put more stock in her social grace and decided to start her session. Dr. Leibermann took his place in an easy chair on one side of the small room. Michelle took a seat on the large couch against the back wall. She crossed her legs as she sat, and felt some of the pressure in her bladder dissipate. A large rug covered much of the carpet, and two bookshelves held many assorted psychology and medicine books. A speaker played soothing natural sounds to give the entire room and academic, yet calming feel. “So, Mrs. Williams. How have you been this week?” “You mean the whole week, or just my…problem?” Michelle turned a little red at the admission “The whole week.” “Not bad. Jeff has had some time off recently before his next project. So I’ve enjoyed having him home. And Ashlynn comes in next week for fall break.” “And how has she been?” “Great! She thinks she’s going to make the dean’s list. And she kept up her promise. She calls nearly every week.” Dr. Libermann nodded. Michelle shifted her weight, the pressure in her bladder forcing her. It nearly tickled as it pushed on her abdomen. Michelle was able to squeeze her crossed legs, more than enough to hold it. “So your relationship has improved?” “I’d say so, yes. We don’t talk about much. Nothing deep. Just the usual things.” Dr. Leibermann scribbled something onto his notepad. Michelle looked for a clock but couldn’t find one. Though she still felt confident in her ability to wait, she was starting to feel uncomfortable. As if there was a weight bearing down on her snatch. “She sounds cherry though, when she speaks to you?” “Oh yes…doctor.” The first wave of desperation hit Michelle “She…always asks to speak with me.” As Dr. Leibermann made another note, Michelle swallowed hard. She felt as though the sudden urge would never leave her. It began to work its way into her mind, demanding her attention. She clenched her womanly muscles again, and subtly put her hand against her womanhood. The pressure seemed to dissipate again, leaving her for the time being. She continued “And Jeff will be gone on the first night, so I’m taking her to dinner after she flies in.” “Is there any concern for you, that you may have another-“ Dr. Libermann searched for the right phrasing “…incident, when she comes home?” “Do you think they’re related?” Michelle subtly began to rock back and forth “Well, I’m not sure. How has that been?” “It happened again the day before yesterday.” “Was it complete, or could you wake up and run to the restroom?” “It was…complete. The sheets, my pajamas…everything.” “And you always sleep through these events?” “Mostly. I have woken up sometimes but…” Dr. Liebermann stayed quiet as he took notes. Michelle let her voice trail off as she handled her current desperation. Still attempting to remain subtle, she balled her hand into a fist and pressed it into her thigh, hoping the new sensation would distract her from the tightness of her full bladder. It did not. She could feel the heat from her genitals as she dug harder into her thigh. She looked for a clock again. Nothing. Her eyes darted about the room, hoping for some reference of how long the session had been. None could be found. “Go on.” Dr. Leibermann prompted, Michelle’s response had taken too long “Hmmm? I’m sorry, what was I saying?” Michelle’s desperation was starting to take hold of her mind “I know this must be embarrassing for you. But it’s important to discuss. You were saying you occasionally awake during these episodes?” “Yes.” “And you’re able to stop urinating?” “No…I…usually just…finish.” Michelle scootched her backside forward, her mature slit just over the side of the couch. Using the a combination of her hand and her body, Michelle rhythmically dug her pussy into the edge of the couch. It sent pleasurable waves through her body. It felt as though she was masturbating and helped distract her from the undeniable urge to pee. “You make no effort to reach the toilet?” “No I…” just try to enjoy the warmth? Michelle wasn’t sure why she had no panic in those moments, why she always just lay there and continued to pee. The thought of it relaxed her own hold, and she felt a rush of hot liquid run towards her opening. She clenched, tighter than before. Still dry. Moments later, another wave of desperation came over her, this one stronger than before. She felt a hot, burning sensation as she fought hard to counter the strong urge to pee. She dug her hand in harder, wincing as she put some pressure on her swollen abdomen. “You continue to urinate? Are you conscious when you do so?” Dr. Liebermann looked concerned as he continued to take notes “Y-yes…” Michelle was embarrassed, and growing desperate enough to ask for a bathroom break “That may be your issue. Your brain no longer considerers it a moray or consequential to retain your urine. As a result, when your bladder fills during the night, you simply begin to void.” The conversation wasn’t making it any easier for Michelle to hold it. She began to jitter in place, moving her feet and digging her free hand into the couch, trying to retain some form of dignity. “And how does your husband react?” Dr. Liebermann continued, oblivious to the now fully desperate Michelle “Um…considering…pretty good.” “How so?” “Well…he d-doesn-doesn’t get mad…or anything. He j-just wants me to be better. I-I don’t know h-how he does it.” Her desperation began cutting through her voice “Why would he be mad?” Dr. Liebermann took her studder for embarrassment “I’d be m-mad if I woke u-up an-and my wife peed on me…” Dr. Liebermann nodded. Michelle finally began to voice her predicament “Um…doctor? I hate to be rude but-“ Suddenly his phone rang, standing, he answered it, leaving Michelle to sit in her desperation. Her wiggling and jittering was no longer enough to contain the water and tea in her bladder which now angrily pushed against her belly. She exhaled, relieving some of the tension within her. “I’m sorry Mrs. Williams, but my wife needs me to pick her up from the urgent care, may we end your session?” Michelle nodded and stood. As she did, an indescribable weight pulled her torso down, and she gasped as a spirt of pee escaped into her panties. She recrossed her legs quickly as she bent forward, and act that doctor Leibermann should have seen, but his concern for his wife had left him little time to observe Michelle’s desperation. He gave one final observation, as he often did. “I’m glad to hear Jeffrey has been able to take this…condition in stride. My recommendation is to stop urinating when you awake during one of these episodes. It may be making your condition worse, and in the meantime, have you gotten your sheets protected like we discussed last week?” Michelle shook her head, her twitching muscles giving away her current desperation. “I believe that would be for the best, until we have this problem solved.” He smiled She weakly smiled back, another small leak escaping into her panties. As soon as Dr. Leibermann left the office, Michelle took a peak at her jeans. Still dry, but her panties were running out of fabric to absorb her leaking. Exhaling again, Michelle made her way out the door and turned to make it to the bathroom. As she reached for the door, her arm was nearly taken off as Dr. Snyder dashed by her. Michelle barely caught a glimpse of her hand shoved into the front of her black pencil skirt as she cut in front of Michelle. She slammed the door behind her, leaving Michelle to cross her legs and grab at her crotch. She heard the heels of Dr. Snyder click off the ground for a few paces, then a distinguishable, loud hiss erupted from the bathroom. It was clear, even over the ambient music. She heard the doctor complain over her hissing pee “O-oh! That stupid construction!” Michelle thought it was over. As she heard the doctor moaning and whining in the bathroom, she felt her own bladder release in sympathy. Another spurt, longer this time, moistened her panties. As she dug her fingers into her crotch, Michelle felt a small damp patch form on her jeans. A damp spot, no larger than a dime appeared on the crotch of her pants. As soon as she wrestled control of her bladder back from her body, Michelle dashed for the front door. If she stayed, she’d lose control. Shuffling towards the door, Michelle continued to cup her privates. Given Dr. Liebermann’s absence, the lobby was empty, and she could conceal her desperation from any potential onlookers, but not herself. She bolted through the door, now more desperate than ever before. Tossing her purse into the passenger seat, Michelle quickly started the car and dashed off for home. Michelle started driving with just one hand on the steering wheel and another jammed into her crotch. Needing just one foot for the pedals, her free leg also helped hold her now aching muff. Rather than just pressing against her pussy, her fingers were actively shoved against her labia, enough that Michelle could feel the heat of her snatch against her fingers. As she dug in, she pushed her moist panties against her clit unintentionally, sending a wave of pleasure that temporarily overrode her desperation. Driving well over the speed limit, Michelle took the back roads home, attempting to avoid the construction that had caused Dr. Snyder so much desperation. Another wave of desperation. This the strongest yet. Unlike the others, Michelle didn’t feel a strong push against her genitals at first. Like a storm rolling over the hills, it began with a slow build of pressure. Then a shiver. It ran up her spine and tickled her already swollen abdomen. It attempted to coax more out of her. As Michelle countered in earnest, she squeezed harder. Not just with her bladder muscles, but her hand as well. Still, the her desperation soared, and pressed against her opening, forcing its way towards her already wet panties. Michelle sucked air through her teeth from the pain of holding on. She began to exhale rapidly, attempting to make the pain go away. She burned, a searing pain radiated from her pee-hole as she tried to keep it closed. Warmth. She leaked again. “Ahhh!” She began to shake, her muscles as tight as they could get She stopped it. Then it started again. The small patch on her jeans was growing, expanding to cover her most sensitive areas. Michelle finally regained control. It hurt, she leaned forward in pain. The waistband of her jeans dug into her aggravated abdomen. She felt bloated, slow. Undoing the button of her jeans was the only thing that stopped the dread of losing control, for now. With her jeans unbuttoned, Michelle could see the top of her panties. A small discolored patch was visible. It called to her, begging her to just let go. Asking her if she wanted to see the stain grow. She denied herself. Michelle looked back out the window. She had passed the construction with her alternate route, and in her head, she knew she had roughly fifteen minutes to get home. She had little confidence in her ability to do so, but she had to try. The cold hand of fear gripped Michelle’s heart. It was the only coolness in her body. Spanning the length of her like a web, it felt heavy in her head. A weightless feeling enraptured her arms. Her hand held the steering wheel, if only barely. Nearly every brain function was focused on preventing her bladder from relaxing. She took a breath in. Then out. Focusing on the basics, her will was the only thing keeping her semi-dry as the car sped along the back roads. Michelle felt sweaty, clammy and moist, her strained muscles were starting to produce a sweat which she wiped from her brow. She jittered her knees, unable to keep still. The small reprieve she had gotten from opening her jeans was over. Her bladder swelled to fit the additional space quickly. The water and tea pushed again. Michelle grew tense as she was as stiff as a statue. Her knuckles white on the steering wheel. Her bladder felt like a rock, and she rubbed her free hand across the tense area, leaving her damp crotch exposed. It felt as though every muscle was active in a desperate struggle against herself. Another cold shiver. Then a warm sensation in her panties. It was moist. Michelle looked down. The small patch was now expanding. She was peeing her pants. She squealed, squeezing herself again with her hand, flapping her legs desperately, she nearly drove onto someone’s lawn. Moaning, squeaking, and squealing, she managed to get herself under control. If only barely. The inseam of her jeans were now dark, a contrasting color that told the world that Michelle couldn’t control her bladder. The rest of the trip was a blur. Roads, stop signs, other traffic. It was all irrelevant as Michelle sped down each neighborhood road. Finally, she reached her own. Her own driveway, and the ranch house built from bricks. It was non-descript, but it was hers. Michelle opened her door. Standing, she felt lightheaded. Holding herself, she felt her bladder weigh her down like a stone in the ocean, it felt like she was carrying 100 pounds on her back, and her abdomen was tight, nearly pulling on her torso. A massive force rammed against her defenses. “Ah! No! F-Ah! I can…Ah!” Michelle grunted and groaned as two fat, wide stains streaking down her legs. As they moved, they darkened her jeans. The driveway below her began to show drops of excess urine as it fell off of the back of Michelle’s jeans. They stopped as Michelle used the last of her strength to hold on. She was wet down to her kneecaps. Unable to stand fully, she hinged her hips and held tightly onto her crotch, duck-walking to the front door. By some grace it was unlocked, and Michelle barged in. Jeff was in the bedroom, and called to her “Hey dear how was your session?” “Oh my gosh, I need the restroom so bad!” Was her only reply as she darted into the only bathroom. As Michelle nearly tripped through the door, she could finally see the toilet. Responding to the visual stimulus, her mind relaxed her hold. A warm trickling feeling began in her crotch. Her labia tickled and twinged as she felt a rush of hot pee fall out of her. Her already stained jeans darkened again as she rewet them, the same warm sensation running down her thighs. She could see her clear pee breaking though the soaking wet denim as she finally pulled her pants and panties down. Michelle groaned as she hovered over the toilet. A loud hiss erupted through the bathroom as Michelle lowered herself to sit on the bowl. An uncontrollable spray of hot pee splattered the edge of the bowl, splashing into the water with a sound that nearly matched the verbose hissing of her desperately held pee. Michelle shuttered in ecstatic relief as she bent herself forward, then backwards against the back of the seat. She sighed a desperate sigh of relief. She could have came with the emotional and ecstatic relief that over took her mind. Her legs were wet, and drips of clear urine had made their home on her thighs. She could feel the excess lines and rivulets of pee roll from her quivering pussy and drip off of her butt. The release of her desperately held pressure and the comforting spray from her snatch caused Michelle to close her eyes. She could feel her bladder deflate, normalcy returning to her body. As she finally began to finish, Michelle took the time to inspect the damage. Her pee was still trickling out of her, wetting her messy pubic hairs as it did. Droplets covered her crotch, leaving her mound a dripping wet mess. She reached down to inspect her panties as her weakening stream arched back towards her pussy. They were sodden, warm and wet. As she began to feel them, an electric feeling overtook her. The heat from what she had done and the feeling of a near miss excited her. Her nipples hardened, and as Michelle sat dripping on the toilet, she began to massage her breasts. As her fingers touched her labia, she could tell that she was moist. More than just from her near accident. But the cool touch of her painted nails brought her back to earth. She couldn’t deny that she was horny. Stepping out of her jeans and wet panties, she made her way out of the bathroom, bottomless. She looked to her left, towards the bedroom, it was empty. She looked right towards the kitchen, and she found her husband. Her proposition was meant with excitement, and husband and wife enjoyed each other’s bodies. Still, Michelle couldn’t get rid of an itch in the back of her mind, despite her climax. She knew what it was, but perhaps she could cure it. In an attempt to satiate her desire, she again propositioned her husband twice over the next week. While she was more than satisfied both times, it still didn’t rid her body of her desire. As she lay awake the night before Ashlynn came back home, Michelle had to admit her own desire to herself. She wanted to pee her pants. ########################################## It didn’t take long for Michelle to make a plan. Jeff would be leaving for an overnight trip, and would miss Ashlynn coming home. Michelle would take her out to eat after her flight, and make sure to drink plenty at dinner. She’d tell Ashlynn that she needed to change, commit her act in the shower, then step out of the bathroom in her fresh pants. No one but her would know. It was the perfect plan, and Michelle fluttered with anticipation and excitement all day. The trip to the airport was an easy one. Given that it was the middle of the week, evening traffic going towards the city wasn’t heavy. By the time Michelle had picked her daughter up, it wouldn’t be bad coming back. The wait for her daughter wasn’t too long, and she soon saw her child standing alone. Pulling the car up to the sweatshirt-clad Ashlynn, she helped toss her luggage into the trunk. Their conversation began as Ashlynn took the passenger seat “So, Ash! You ready for a girls night?” “Um…I’m kind of tired…” Ashlynn chuckled “If I say yes, will you let me drink?” “Maybe a little at home. We’re only going to Uncle Moe’s.” “Oh. Cool.” “What? To cool for the Family Feed Bag?” “No, of course not! Hey, are those the same jeans from the drive to school?” Ashlynn was referring to Michelle’s cutoffs, the ones she had an accident in on the first day “Oh, yeah, I guess they are. Didn’t even notice!” Michelle lied, she had picked these out for a specific reason, she even had the same panties on. “I’m just surprised you didn’t get rid of them. That’s what I’d have done!” “Cleaning isn’t that hard, Ash. A little bleach and some elbow grease and you’re good.” Ashlynn nodded, memories of the trip coming back to her. “Remember when you taught me how to pee outside?” “Yes dear, I remember. Why, have you had to use my lesson?” “No. Not really.” The conversation died for a few moments. Ashlynn continued “But I had fun learning!” “You made that very clear sweety.” Michelle laughed “But it’s not like you had a choice!” “Yeah, I know. Just hope I don’t fall out of practice!” Ashlynn tried to couch her comment as a joke “You’ll be fine.” Michelle changed the topic of the conversation, her own plan in the back of her mind. Part of her worried about Ashlynn’s insistence on bringing up that event. She hoped it was just a quirk that would dissipate with the passage of time. Michelle had her own plan in her head, and it quickly took precedent in her mind again, her excitement building as they made their way to the restaurant. Uncle Moe’s was a local restaurant. While it wasn’t spectacular, it was clean, friendly and good enough. Ashlynn got her usual order, the big salad, while Michelle got herself the fried catfish. It was a pleasant conversation she had with her daughter, who seemed to be over her anxiety around school. Michelle complemented her on her grades as she finished her first water. She ordered a second, intent on filling her bladder. The catfish was salty, but at least cooked through. It took Michelle until she was halfway done with her second water to feel the effects of the first. She slowed down, enjoying the tingle of her bladder. Moreover, her anticipation mounted for her plans. Michelle was eager to execute. As dinner was paid for, Michelle could help but feel the onset of a desperate bladder. She was starting to like it. Not that she loved it enough to be in real pain. She hypothesized that she was after the end result, not the mounting desperation. Still, she welcomed more and more of her urine pressing on her genitals. Knowing that she was not in any real danger, being a short distance from home, Michelle felt free to enjoy the weight within her. The thought of a desperate accident still embarrassed her, but she was ready to admit to herself that she was happy with one that she could control. Michelle tightened her muscles as she and Ashlynn headed back out to her car. While her need was certainly greater than when she started her journey home, she was still deriding pleasure from her filling bladder. She rode the feeling all the way home, her excitement creating butterflies in her stomach. She was eager, and led Ashlynn and her luggage up the steps. Her daughter was admiring the return home too much to notice Michelle’s subtle thigh movements. Michelle tingled. She was ready, almost there. “New couch huh?” Ashlynn noted as she stepped inside the house “Yeah, your father got it a few months ago. I think he likes it as much as his car.” “I doubt that. You want me to put on a movie, mom?” “Sure baby. Just let me change and I’ll be in there.” This was it. This was Michelle’s plan. She felt nearly weightless as she grabbed her pajamas from the dryer. She had planted them there on purpose. The final stages of her plan were coming to fruition as her excitement and anticipation mounted. She heard Ashlynn playing with the TV. She knew her daughter would give her the time she needed, unaware of what Michelle was about to do. Taking one last look in the mirror, Michelle studied her dry jeans. It would just be this once, and she could scratch the itch that had been festering for a week. She could return to her normal life once she did this. She could enjoy this for once. Michelle shut the door, and stepped into the shower. She started to pee her pants. Looking down, se could feel a warm sensation spray into her panties. The water she had consumed at dinner was now jetting into her underwear. She did it willingly, watching intently as the crotch of her jeans darkened. The wetness blossomed over her crotch and began to run down her legs. The hot liquid spilled into her jeans as she continued her release. Biting down on right index finger, Michelle had to keep from calling out in pleasure. The light denim was completely dark around her crotch, and a wide streak had formed and ran down the inseam of her right leg. Her heart began to race. She felt her butt cheeks start to soak in her pee and the back of her legs felt warm and wet as well. Clear urine splattered, smacked and splashed the porcelain shower-tub. It rushed for the drain and soon her bathroom was filled with the sound of her urine flowing into her shower pipes. Droplets formed at the cuffs of her jeans and a constant stream of them poured into her shoes. Oh my goodness, I wish I found out about this sooner! Michelle loved it. The sticking warmth of her jeans, the hiss of her uncontested urine, and the forming puddle below. Michelle started to close her eyes when suddenly, the door opened with a bang. “Hey Mom, before you get dre-“ Ashlynn stood in the doorway, her mouth agape. She gawked at the sight before her “Oh my gosh. Ashlynn! I…I…I’m sorry!” Michelle knew what she was doing. She knew it was taboo. She still had wanted it. Planed for it. But she didn’t plan for this. Her daughter, now an adult, was watching her wet her pants. She couldn’t tell her this was intentional. She could bear the thought of Ashlynn knowing her secret. “Uh…uh…m-m-mama had too much at dinner, baby. Please! Stop watching me!” Ashlynn still stood. Her mouth was drying from staying open. Her eyes darted to her mother’s jeans, then to the toilet, then back to her jeans as Michelle finished peeing. She started to studder “Ash…don’t you knock?” Michelle sounded angry. She was scared Ashlynn swallowed, processing what was in front of her. “I-I’m sorry. I…I thought I could catch you before you changed…” “I…I haven’t gotten to changing honey…” Ashlynn’s eyes darted to Michelle’s sandals, which were over by the toilet. They told her all she needed to know “Mom…did you just…” She swallowed again, trying to comprehend “Did you just…pee your pants on purpose?” “N-no…no...I wouldn’t…” Michelle stammered “Your shoes are there. You’re here. Mom. It doesn’t take a detective.” “N-n-no…” “And you were already in the bathroom, just be honest mom.” “Ok! Fine! Yes! I peed my pants on purpose!” Michelle spat out “Now leave me alone!” “Um…the password for streaming on the TV?” Michelle hurriedly gave her the password and shooed her out of the bathroom. Disgusted, angry and upset with herself, she ripped her jeans off. Then she noticed her panties. Save for a small horizon on the front, her purple striped panties had grown dark, soaked through with her pee. Michelle hated that she liked it. She didn’t just like it. She loved it. Her clit burned with desire. And yet, she was caught. Ashlynn had figured it out. She had seen it. This ugly desire of hers had just cost her a relationship with her daughter that she had taken so much effort into resurrecting. For her own shellfish desires, she had ruined it. She stayed in her wet panties for a while. It took a great will to force herself out of the bathroom. Now dry and dressed in her pajamas. Michelle wondered what her daughter would do. Ashlynn had picked some show that Michelle had never seen before. But that didn’t matter. Characters, dialogue, it all bounced off her. Neither one uttered a word until Ashlynn broke the silence. “Must have been warm.” Michelle nodded. Silence again “Did it feel good?” “Hmm?” Michelle didn’t even look over “Did it feel good?” Michelle didn’t give a response. “Mom, I want to talk about it. Please?” “Fine. Yes. It felt good.” “Good enough to do it again?” “Ash, I don-“ “Because I want to try it.” Ashlynn was emphatic. She might as well have stabbed Michelle in the heart. Michelle’s mouth dried out. She choaked on her own tongue for a moment. “W-what?” This time she looked over “Yeah. You said it feels good. I want to try it.” Michelle nervously laughed she had to repeat her thoughts out loud to make sure she understood her daughter “Y-you want to pee your pants.” “Yes.” Ashlynn paused “With you.” “No.” Michelle was surprised at her declaration. But it was her honest feelings “Why not?” Ashlynn wasn’t backing down. “I had a lot of fun, you know learning those things from you. Why not this. I mean, its not like we share much else in common!” “It’s not right. No.” “Why isn’t it right?” “It’s just not. Look, I shouldn’t have even been doing it.” “But you were. So it can’t be that bad!” “You know what?” Michelle sighed “Ash. Baby. You’re an adult now. So I’m going to say this. If this is something that you want to do for yourself, all I’ll ask is that you clean up after yourself and don’t ruin anything. Ok?” Ashlynn shook her head “No. I want to try this with you.” Michelle sighed “I can’t.” Ashlynn waited, not taking her eyes off her mother. After a moment she made a move “Fine. But I’ll tell Dad that I caught you.” “Ash. Don’t be difficult.” “I will!” “Baby. Why are you doing this to me?” “C’mon mom! Just once! And then I promise I’ll never ask again. Please?” Michelle sighed. She put her head down. Out of all possible conversations, she didn’t expect this one. This was all her fault. She looked back up at her daughter. “Fine. Once.” She held up her finger. Ashlynn’s eyes lit up. She clapped her hands gently, hardly making a sound as she squealed “Eee! This’ll be fun! Do you have to pee now?” “Not really. No.” Ashlynn got up from the couch and filled a water glass from the kitchen. She handed it to Michelle who quickly drank the whole thing. Let’s get this over with. She thought ############################################ After another episode of whatever show they were watching, Michelle turned to Ashlynn “Alright. Mama’s gotta pee.” Ashlynn’s eyes lit up again “Right now?” Michelle nodded and rose. Ashlynn followed her to the bathroom like a new puppy, nipping at her heels. “So is there any trick to this one, mom?” Michelle didn’t respond as she climbed into the shower-tub. This time with Ashlynn in tow. “Mom?” “No.” Ashlynn was grinning ear to ear. Her grey sweats swooshing as she excitedly bounced up and down on the balls of her feet. “So do we just go, or…?” “You lead.” Michelle’s voice displayed her discomfort. “I’m going to do it!” Ashlynn said more to herself. Michelle didn’t respond Ashlynn widened her stance. She closed her eyes. It still wasn’t easy. She pushed. She relaxed. Nothing. Ashlynn relaxed deeply. Nothing still. She followed it up with a push. Something. A rush towards her pussy, it felt like an ocean rushing to the shore. But no wetness. She relaxed again. It was close, so close. She could do it. Then, maybe just a trickle. She could swear she felt a touch of dampness in her panties. She felt. Nothing, she was dry. Ashlynn opened her eyes and looked at her mother “I can do this.” “You really don’t have to.” “I will!” She pushed and relaxed while they stood, but still nothing came out. Ashlynn had to go, but still. Nothing. She tried pushing harder She held it. It was against her will. “Ash…maybe another ti-“ Ashlynn gasped. Her mouth opened. She looked down. There was nothing, but she could feel it in her panties. She felt it tickle her labia. “Mom! Mom! Mom! Check! Am I really doing it?” Michelle begrudgingly looked down. A small wet spot had developed on her daughter’s light grey sweats. It slowly grew in size “Yeah. You’re going.” Ashlynn squealed in excitement “You go too!” Michelle watched for a moment as a streak of pee formed from the growing patch and ran down Ashlynn’s leg. Slowly, it made it’s way towards her ankles. Another prong developed and made its way down her other leg. The two slowly moving lines occasionally breached the fabric of Ashlynn’s sweats, dripping onto the shower floor. A small yellow puddle was starting to form as Ashlynn crotch continued to glisten “Mom c’mon!” Michelle sighed “A deals a deal…” A hissing sound broke out as Michelle peed her pants for the second time that night. Unlike her daughters slowly moving piss, Michelle’s rapidly descended, pouring out over her thighs and running onto the tub floor, splattering onto the ground and forming a much larger puddle. Her light blue pajama bottoms darkened to a nearly black color. The fast moving streams of hot pee warmed her again and Michelle could not deny the pleasant feeling of it all. She heard Ashlynn gasp “Wow! Mom! You had to pee, huh?” “I don’t know about that-“ “Turn around!” Ashlynn asked with her hand on Michelle’s wrist. Her Mother complied, still peeing “It’s like really big!” Michelle could feel the massive spot on her backside as Ashlynn watched in amazement “Why wasn’t mine like that?” Ashlynn turned around, lifting her legs as Michelle finished peeing. After investigating her own streaks of wetness she began to feel Michelle’s, tracing it with a finger “Like its all down the back of your legs and even right here, it like wraps around. Mom, there has to be a trick you’re not telling me!” “No Ash, honest, I have no idea.” “Maybe it’ll come to you. Can we try again?” “No. You said once.” Ashlynn pouted “C’mon mom! This was fun! I really want to do this again. Please?” “Ashlynn. I don’t think-“ “Maybe not right away, but please?” Ashlynn made a begging motion with her hands Michelle looked down. Then back at her daughter. Ashlynn begged again “Besides, its not fair that you got this really big one, and I only got this.” Ashlynn showed her thinner stains again “Maybe. Ok Ash? I’m still not comfortable with this.” Ashlynn excitedly bobbed up and down. “Eeee! It’ll be fun!” Hopping out of the shower Ashlynn smiled “I finally got something fun to do with mom!” Michelle didn’t respond. She gingerly stepped out of her stained pajama’s as they tried to stick to her. She felt sick, unsure of what kind of metaphorical box she had just opened. Whatever it was, her relationship with Ashlynn would never be the same. A/N: So what do you think? Does this ruin the characters by taking them to an unrealistic relationship? Does it undermine the theme or idea of the original 4 chapters? Would love to know your thoughts either way. Also, as an aside, do you think Dr. Snyder made it when she cut Michelle off for the bathroom, or did she pee her panties? Would be fun to know your idea on that as well. Edited May 2, 2022 by knockonthedoor (see edit history) daisyduke, Mrsonata, orangelion and 6 others 8 1 Quote Link to comment
orangelion 456 Posted May 2, 2022 Share Posted May 2, 2022 While I don't think this unrealistic relationship ruins the characters, it does seem pretty weird to me and I didn't enjoy this chapter as much. However, it may be because I'm not a big wetting fan. I don't think it undermines the original 4 chapters though, as their relationship is still getting stronger. I'd like to think that Dr. Snyder made it, though perhaps she leaked a little. knockonthedoor and derektor_2000 2 Quote Link to comment
welcomegaffer 11 Posted May 4, 2022 Share Posted May 4, 2022 I really enjoyed it, I would be interested to see more of Ashlynn and Michelle, and the former discovering wetting more knockonthedoor 1 Quote Link to comment
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