My names Rob, I'm 21 years old at the time and this is my story about a little accident that led me to becoming my own Mothers pantie pee slave.
My mother is a very attractive forty year old lady. I know she's attractive because my college mates tease me endlessly about her being a Milf and they make no secret they would like to bed her. All a bit embarrassing at times, but I could see where they were coming from. She looked after herself well, she was about 5'8" tall, just a little heavy around her hips and bust, but still with a defined waist that gave her a classic hour glass figure. Her dark brown hair was cut in to an immaculate shiny Bob and she never left the house without make up and her bright red lipstick.
Dad worked away a lot, he had some high flying executive job in the pharmaceutical industry.
This is set in the late 70s. I tell you this because at the time, stockings had made a bit of a fashion come back. Mother had taken to them, especially the fully fashioned ones with seams. I know that Dad loved them, I often heard him encouraging her to wear them. I kind of think she enjoyed the attention they got. She had great legs and the seams always caught guys eyes.
She wasn't at all shy around the house either. It was not unusual for her to come rushing in to the kitchen before work wearing just her under wear and heels as she grabbed a coffee before putting her work suit on.
I would be sat there eating breakfast, and although I was used to the sight, there was something about the click of her heels on the tiles and the swishing noise that her nylon stockinged thighs made, that stirred feelings deep inside my loins that I just tried to suppress and shrug off.
I had a girlfriend and a sex life, but she was more of a hippy chick and wouldn't dream of wearing heels and nylons, in spite of a few hints from me. I could certainly see why Dad liked them. I started to enjoy the very occasional show of Mother in her suspenders, and found myself picturing her at night in my bed when I was pounding away at my cock relieving my youthful tensions and emptying my sack.
Whilst Dad was away on business, sometimes Mum would lend me her car, on condition I dropped her in and I collected her from the office after work.
She wore some killer business suits to work, always teamed with a tight white blouse and high heels. Power Dressing I think they called it. She used to look stunning as she strutted across the car park towards me. I so wished my girl would dress like that.
On a couple of these occasions I had noticed Mother fidgeting around in her seat during the half hour drive home.
The second time I asked "What's up Mum?"
"Nothing." she said, "I just need to pee, the office loo is miles in the wrong direction when I'm leaving, just put your foot down and get us home."
As I pulled in to the drive and stopped, she leapt for the car and ran to the front door, slightly hobbled from her knee length tight skirt. Once on the doorstep she did a little dance as she fumbled for her keys and then shot indoors.
I looked down and realised that my cock was now busting to get out from my trousers. I had an enormous hard on. What was worse, was that I relived this scenario in bed that night and found myself wanking over the thought of my own Mother needing to pee...
This happened a couple of more times that month, and had exactly the same effect on me. It was like a drug, I needed to see more, the frisson of excitement was leading to unstoppable desires, but it's Mother, I knew I couldn't do anything. However, I thought to myself, there is no harm in watching is there?
At twenty one years old, I was a walking spunk machine, the once or twice a week of straight sex with my boring girlfriend was nowhere near enough to fulfil my needs. I was also beginning to be aware that I was developing a pee fetish that happened to involve my Mother! My hormones were going off the clock. I had to see more. I started to make plans......
I couldn't predict when Mother was going to be caught short, so I decide to introduce a bit of pressure.
I listened to the radio traffic broadcasts every day and before too long heard the one I wanted. There was to be road works on one of our routes home causing delays.
I picked her up as normal.
"Hi Mum, I've brought you a little treat for the way home." I handed her a large takeaway coffee.
"Oh thank you." she said and started to sip it immediately.
I took the route that I'd heard on the radio earlier and sure enough, ran in to heavy slow traffic.
Our normal half hour route was now over 45 minutes and we still weren't clear of it. The coffee was adding pressure to her bladder. My plan appeared to be working as I could see her fidgeting from the corner of my eye.
"For Chrissakes Rob, can't you find a different way, I need to pee!"
"No, it's gridlock everywhere." I said, hoping that she couldn't see my massive hard on.
I didn't know where this was leading but I was getting hard and fit to burst myself!
After another ten minutes we were just getting clear. By now she was jiggling around and pushing her hand hard in to her crotch. This had hitched up her skirt to expose the welts of her tan nylons which was making me even hotter.
"Now put your foot down before I pee in your car!" she squealed.
I couldn't let on that that was exactly what I was hoping for.
However, we made it home. She flung the door open before the car even stopped and ran up to the front door. Unfortunately for me, her key went straight in and she disappeared up the stairs.
I sat there disconsolately, so near. My erection started to subside. Then I looked down at the passenger seat. Could it be? Surely not. There was a small darkened patch centre of seat. I touched it. Warm and damp. I pushed my fingers in to the upholstery and pulled them away. Seeing the dampness on my fingers I raised them to my nose and inhaled deeply. This was surely some of Mother's nectar. I had been even closer than I thought to having a piss filled car.
I went to the house. Then went to the recently vacated bathroom. Once inside and door locked, I immediately went to the wash basket. Sure enough. The last item on top was Mother's black Lacy thong. I picked it up, the crotch was indeed soaking wet and still warm. I couldn't stop myself, I popped the soaking gusset in to my mouth and sucked hard. I could now taste her essence seeping in to my mouth. My cock literally self exploded in to my pants with the sheer eroticism and naughtiness of it all.
I gasped in relief, then cleaned myself up with the sopping wet garment and threw them back in to the basket.
I started to make more plans. I had a thought, Dad worked in pharmaceuticals, what was in all those sample boxes in the garage?
Sure enough, I went rummaging and found just what I wanted, some diuretic pills.
Next part of the plan. I found a spare front door key, I took it in to the garage and filed away one of the pointy bits on the shaft. I tried it in the front door. Sure enough, although at a glance it looked no different, it now refused to unlock the door.
The next morning, Mother came running in to the kitchen in her undies, she lent over the kitchen sink to use the mirror and finish applying her lipstick. She had white underwear on. A sheer bra through which I could clearly see her dark nipples, a crisp white sheer thong, six strap suspenders belt, black high heeled patent court shoes and best of all, my favourite stockings. Tan, with fully fashioned seams and wide welts. I couldn't have timed my plan better.
Whilst she fiddled around finishing her dressing, I swapped the key in her purse for the damaged one. Next, I crumbled one of the diuretic pills in to her morning coffee and then, just to be sure another one, saved for her treat coffee for the way home.
No need for a detour this time. Within ten minutes she had started to jiggle around. I subtly decreased my speed in order to help with my plan. I probably didn't need to, those pills were working better than I could have hoped for. Before we were even half way, she had her hand pressed in to her crotch once again. I looked across at her. Her jacket was on the back seat. So I had a great view of her tight white blouse, her nipples, clearly erect were easily visible. It fleetingly occurred to me that Mother must realise the effect it would have had on the guys in her office, was she a teasing slut? It's no wonder my friends all desired her.
"You are going to have to stop somewhere. I have to pee."
Mother's hand was once again pushed in to her crotch, harder than ever. She looked actually in distress. She groaned as we went down a bumpy section of road.
"I can't." I said, "There's nowhere remotely quiet between here and home. You can't go at the side of the street. You're a grown woman Mother, just hold on, we're nearly there."
We made it home with Mother groaning almost in pain and pushing both hands in to her crotch. All cares about appearance gone, her skirt was hitched up nearly to her waist. Stockings and suspenders now clearly on view. What a picture she made.
She gasped as we pulled in the drive. She flung the door open but she was so desperate, she was unable to run to the door. She sort of hobbled with one hand pushed hard up her skirt, groaning as she went. When she got to the door, she had her key in hand ready and looked relieved as it slipped straight in to the lock.
I had caught her up now and I was stood at the base of the four steps that led up to the door.
Mother's look of relief quickly changed to anguish as the altered key refused to budge. She desperately fiddled with it to no avail. She jigged and hopped around, pressing her spare hand in to her crotch harder and harder. Her skirt was hitched up nearly to her arse now.
After about 30 seconds of this she wailed in anguish and a spatter of pee arrived on the doorstep, right in front of me. She then just stood there whimpering as piss poured down her nylons and splattered over her shoes.
"Oh Rob." she cried, "I am so embarrassed, I could curl up and die."
"Don't be silly Mother." I said, "These things happen, and after all, I am your son, so no need to be embarrassed."
At this point, I stepped up to the door and quickly swapped the key whilst she was still pushing her hand to try and stop the flow.
The door opened straight away. "It must have been your panic Mother, there's nothing wrong with the lock?"
She pushed past me and ran up the stairs, still pissing as she went. I was close behind. She ran in to the bathroom, didn't have time or inclination to shut the door and as I arrived, she was sat on the toilet, skirt up around her waist, thong round her ankles, pissing like she was never going to stop.
I could now she that she had a shaved pussy. I'd only seen those in dirty books. I couldn't take my eyes away. I so wanted to see it closer.
Mother was now sighing in relief as her flow subsided. There was piss all over the bathroom floor and all the way up the stairs and she was soaked.
"Don't worry Mother." I said. "It's all ok now. I'll help clean up and no one will ever know."
She was about to shut the door to get some privacy when she squealed "What on earth is that!"
I realised she was pointing at the crotch in my beige chinos. There was a large damp patch, right at the end of probably the biggest erection I'd ever had.
"Er, I really, um ah," I stood there, she'd caught me unawares, now I was spouting gibberish. She slammed and locked the door.
I went to my room and didn't come out until I'd heard her leave the bathroom and go to her room.
