Maxine and Anita 02

Anita pulled into her garage and quickly turned off the vehicle and bounded out. She cursed that last iced tea she had drank on the way home from work. She had wanted to be desperate but not this desperate, she was afraid that she'd have a real accident. Her podcast had also gotten good and she put in her airpods to continue, she'd finish the episode soon, she thought. The mature woman knew she was cutting it close, coming home a bit early and that her daughter, Maxine, would be home from classes soon but she was overcome with desire. Praying that Max got a later bus, she just hoped she could make it to her closet first.

With her hand holding her crotch she kicked off her shoes and bounded for the stairs, passing the downstairs bathroom. Bounding up the stairs she doubled over during a particularly bad wave of desperation. A spurt escaped her urethra, spreading lightly over the gusset of her panties. She wasn't going to make it to the closet she realized. Anita had debated just pissing her panties but she didn't want Max to catch her, even if it was a genuine accident. What would her daughter think if she found out her mom enjoyed peeing in places that weren't the toilet, even in her clothes?

Anita pushed the thought aside as she quickly entered her bedroom. Another wave of desperation. She definitely wasn't going to make it and speedily pulled up her skirt and slid down her pants, squatting over the carpet. Her stream came out in a messy gush, splashing the carpet between her feet. It felt so naughty having dropped her panties down and peeing on the floor instead of using the toilet just feet away.

"Oh it felt so good to hold it," Anita moaned.

"I'll have to clean this up quick before Max comes home, I'm making quite the mess," she said sounding quite pleased with herself. "I should have waited until I got to the closet but it's just so naughty going here."

Anita looked down between her legs, watching the wet patch of carpet grow larger the more her urine poured out of her. It was very arousing and Anita wished she had more time before her daughter came home, her clit was aching to be touched. It would have to wait until tonight, she thought. She felt her bladder was nearing empty and smiled as she forced the last dregs out onto the soiled carpet. She had made quite the puddle.

Anita stood up, letting the remaining trickle cling to her folds and lazily drip down her legs onto the floor. Some movement out the window caught her eye. From her vantage point she could see down into the yard. It was Max bounding across the backyard. Anita sighed, just made it, she thought. She would have been horrified if her daughter caught her openly pissing all over the carpet. What would she think? Curious she stood there, bottomless, watching her daughter in the yard. She was a bit surprised to see her duck behind the shed. From this angle she couldn't quite see what her daughter was doing but she had a pretty good guess. Anita had often gone for hikes with her daughter and of course taught her how to pee discretely outside. But why didn't she come inside and use the toilet she wondered? Putting aside the thought she quickly ran to the bathroom to grab a towel to clean up her mess. She had just enough time to quickly wipe the urine off her legs and pussy before Max was bounding up the stairs.

"Hey Max, I didn't hear you come in," Anita said. The older woman was a bit flustered and hope Max didn't get close to her room. "Don't mind me, I accidentally spilled my iced tea in my room."

She was surprised when Maxine offered to help. Anita declined the offer, not wanting her daughter to find out it wasn't iced tea that was all over her bedroom carpet and watched her daughter shut the bathroom door behind her. She quickly soaked up the pissy carpet as best she could before spraying it with a bottle of Fabreeze she kept in her closet and went downstairs to throw it into the washing machine.

Anita noted that her daughter was being fairly reclusive that evening, keeping herself locked in her room, only coming out for dinner. While a bit concerned Anita was glad that she wasn't about to potentially discover the drying stain visible on her bedroom carpet. Besides, she was glad for the solitude. She was still very horny from her piss earlier that afternoon and she had been holding it ever since. Anita was very desperate and on the verge of an actual accident as she squeezed her hand into her crotch.

Satisfied that the kitchen was cleaned up, she filled her water bottle and made her way upstairs. She made a quick stop in the bathroom, but didn't even look at the toilet, instead grabbing a few towels. Locking her door behind her, she smiled as she noticed the carpet was still a bit damp beneath her bare feet as she made her way into the room. She quickly disrobed, flinging her clothes in the hamper and surveyed the room in the nude, wondering where she should pee first.

The closet was the easy choice. There was little chance Max would find her mess here, she thought as she admired herself in her full length mirror. She ran her fingers up her curvy frame and she thought she still looked great for being in her 40s. Her light work out routine was doing the job at keeping her body taught. She noted how her breasts barely showed any sign of sagging, and gave them a playful shake before squeezing them, giving her nipples a long pinch before letting them drop back onto her chest. Her eyes moved down her body and focused on the reflect of her pussy, lips protruding, engorged from her arousal.

Anita bit her lip as a wave of desperation radiated out from her bladder. No reason to keep holding, she thought and watched as trickles of urine started to slowly escape between her labia. Savoring it she let it out slowly, giggling as the trickles seeped into her folds and rolled down her ample cheeks before trailing down the inside of her thighs, dripping onto the carpet between her legs. Soon the pressure became too much and she let her stream pick up intensity, falling in a twisting stream, forming a growing puddle on the closet carpet. A loud hissing filling the small room, joined by splashing as she relieved herself.

She loved to watch herself pee in naughty places around the house. It was her little secret that she kept from her family and lovers. When Max was away for extended periods she took full advantage and peed where ever she wanted. The only place she didn't was in Max's room, respecting her daughter's space. She also didn't want her to find out, how would Max react if she found out her mother liked to piss in places that weren't the toilet? Anita wondered when the next time Max would be away, she had been so busy with school and work lately, trying to save up for her own car. But Anita knew that even if her daughter was home she could freely piss anywhere she wanted in her own room, Max respected her mother's privacy as well. With this thought in mind she stopped her flow and admired the last drops rolling down the inside of her thighs, which by now were glistening with her warm urine.

Not yet done with her toilet she spied her clothes hamper and strode over to it. Opening up the lid she smiled, thinking about how it's the perfect height to be her toilet as she turned around and hovered with her bottom over the opening. It didn't take long for her pee to escape her lips, cascading down on to her clothes below, struggling to hold her torrent. She leaned back, changing the angle of her pussy and delighted as her stream was now splashing against the vented wall of the plastic hamper, her pee escaping through the gaps, splashing her legs and the carpet. Not only was she pissing all over her laundry basket but she was intentionally missing. Biting her lip, she gave one of her hardened nipples a squeeze, sending an electrified wave of pleasure through her body as the contents of her bladder drained below her.

She suddenly stopped her stream, having a much naughtier idea. Stepping away from the hamper she sat down on the carpet and laid back, spreading her legs and angling her hips upward. With one hand she spread her pussy, pulling it back towards her as she started to pee again. Her urine shot straight upward before angling back, hitting her in the stomach with a satisfying splatter. Her stream felt so warm as it flowed over her stomach and tits. Her other hand found its way to her hardened clit, rubbing it as she pissed all over herself. It was absolutely electric and she desperately needed more. As her stream waned she got up, and made her way to her bedside table, opening the drawer and pulling out a vibrating dildo.

Lying down on the bed, she wasn't worried about being covered in piss, it just made the situation that much more arousing. Besides she had installed a waterproof mattress cover for situations like this. Turning on the toy, she easily slid it inside herself. Thrusting it in and out as she played with her clit. It didn't take long for her to come to a crashing orgasm. As she laid in the glow Anita found she still had a little bit of pee left and let it lazily dribble out of her and into the bed sheets. She loved how it felt as the warm liquid embraced her as she drifted off to sleep.

Anita awoke the next morning and couldn't help but notice the cool dampness surrounding her naked bottom. She smiled as she felt the familiar pressure in her bladder needing to release her morning pee. Checking her clock she was disappointed to find she didn't have much time to clean up before work, but she remembered that it was also one of Max's days off and she regularly slept in after Anita left for work. The single mother decided to do something risky. Quickly hopping out of bed she removed her soaked bed sheets, glad for the soft waterproof liner she had bought for her mattress.

Knowing exactly where she wanted to have her morning pee Anita felt a bit aroused and decided to risk a naked walk with her soiled bedding to the washing machine downstairs. Cracking her bedroom door she peeked out and listened to see if her daughter was up. Seeing that the coast was clear she bundled up the sheets, feeling the dampness against her bare chest as she quietly tiptoed downstairs. She could smell the unmistakable scent of her piss in the bundle. Her heart was pounding as she wondered what Max would say if she caught her mother clutching the piss scented laundry. It would be better to admit the truth, she thought, that she had wet the bed in the middle of the night. Anita didn't have to tell her that it was on purpose. In fact it might make it easier for her to indulge in more naughty pees if her daughter thought her mother was incontinent.

A twinge in her bladder pushed that thought aside as her desperation grew. If she didn't get to her intended pee spot soon she might actually have an accident walking through the house. Anita had the brief thought to give in and piss down her legs in the hallway but she didn't want to risk the mess. She bit her lip as she thought how good it would feel to leg go and feel her pee escape from her lips, trickling down her legs, pooling at her feet. The thought almost made her lose control as she entered the laundry room.

She quickly opened up the top loading washing machine and threw in her bedding. Another wave of desperation hit her as she squeezed her legs together to put pressure on her pussy as a small spurt escaped wetting her thighs. Getting her bladder under control Anita quickly hopped up onto the washing machine situating her plump butt over the opening of the washing machine. Spreading her legs she gazed down beyond her ample bosom at the dark space between her legs and opened her labia with one hand. Listening again to make sure that Max wasn't awake and downstairs she relaxed her bladder and a thick, twisting golden yellow stream was now falling into the washing machine below her. A metallic drumming sound mixed with a loud hissing erupted from the machine as Anita pissed.

She grinned, wondering what her daughter would think if she knew her mother was using the machine they used to wash their clothes a toilet. Fully nude in fact. The thrill of being caught added to the feeling of relieving herself in such a naughty way. Shivers of ecstasy coursed up her spine as her bladder drained below as the scent of her strong urine wafted upwards. Feeling her bladder deflate Anita pushed out the last remnants of her morning pee in bursts, delighting in the loud drumming each time she did.

Suddenly she heard some movement from the floor above, Max must be getting up. Quickly hopping off the washing machine she closed the lid and made her stealthy escape back upstairs to the shower and a towel. Anita continued her morning as usual, making coffee and having breakfast. Before leaving for work she checked in on Max, who still hadn't left her room. Odd, she thought, she didn't remember hearing the usual telltale sound of a toilet flush after hearing her daughter was awake.

Knocking on her daughter's door she opened and stepped in, announcing, "Max are you up?"

Anita was not surprised to see her daughter coming from her closet in the nude, it wasn't anything she hadn't seen before but she as a bit surprised to see how embarrassed Max was about it, covering up her breasts and pussy with her hands. Odd, Anita thought, and was that some wetness around her thighs, she wondered? Had she?

"Mom I'm changing!" Max protested.

"Since when were you so embarrassed? Its not as if I haven't seen you naked before," Anita replied. "Any way, I wanted you to know I'll be home a bit early today and please mind the washing machine I've got a load in it now."

With those words Anita forgot that she didn't start the machine, interrupted by Max's movement upstairs and hoped that she didn't open it up.

"Any way have a good day off!"