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It’s another long, boring day at school, and I’m horny again. It’s been a while since I last skipped, so I should be safe if I do it again. I successfully drive home without wetting myself, and as usual, check the driveway for cars. Neither of my parents’ cars are parked, nor is my older brother’s, so I know I’m safe. I want to do something especially dirty today. Not even dogs will soil the area where they sleep. . . but today I want to wet my bed. The need to pee isn’t strong yet, so I prepare. I enjoyed wetting my uniform so much that I still want to wear it, but with a few alterations. I take off my bra, leaving my shirt on, so I can see my tits through the thin material. I love my tits – they seem have filled out so much since my sixteenth birthday. Eventually I stop playing and take off the plain, cotton underwear I’d worn to school. As usual, I haven’t thought my plan through. I could just not wear any panties, soil my sheets, and then lay in them as I get off. Or I could wear something şişli escort bayan sheer, so I could see my pussy as the piss came out, unhindered. On a whim, I decide to go panty-less, since I’m not wearing a bra either. I sit back against the headboard and take aim. Now, I have to pee so bad that it doesn’t even occur to me that my hands might get wet too, holding my flaps open to angle my piss. The pee soaks my comforter, forming little puddles where there’s too much to be absorbed into the fabric. I direct the piss all over my bed so that it gets totally soaked. I slip up a couple of times, and the stream jets over the edge onto the hardwood floor, but I just giggle and make a mental note to clean it up later. I finish before long (I haven’t had as much water as usual today), and lay back on my bed to pleasure myself. The smell of pee and the dampness spreading across my back turns me on like nothing else, and I start fingering myself furiously. I get totally lost in the sensation mecidiyeköy escort bayan of my fingers inside my cunt, my thumb rubbing my clit, the piss I’m lying in right now. God, that sounds so dirty and hot. I’m finger-fucking my cunt while lying in piss. Damn, that makes me horny. I’m not even close to coming when a voice startles me out of my stupor. “So that’s why your room’s smelled faintly of bedpans,” my mother’s voice says dryly. My legs snap shut as I jolt to an upright position, right hand still trapped between my legs. “Mom! What are you doing home?!” I ask dumbly. I hunch over, trying to cover my breasts with my other hand. Right now, my nipples are poking out through my dress shirt, clearly visible despite the garment. “Don’t you just look like the sluttiest little school girl I’ve ever seen,” she says, walking slowly into my room and ignoring my question. Her face is blank, so even I don’t know how pissed she is (no pun intended). She could even escort şişli be mildly amused by my antics and I wouldn’t even know. The smell of piss, once glorious, is now rank in my nostrils, and I feel cold and dirty and wrong. Mother raises an eyebrow at me as I cower on my disgusting bed. In private, I’d never imagine anything wrong with my little fetish, but there was a reason I never told anyone about it. When another person comes into the picture, I become perfectly aware of how nasty it is. Of how demented I am. “Don’t stop on my account.” I blink. Is it just me, or is my mother smiling? Mischievously?! She licks her lower lip slowly, then bites it. I can only gawk. Is this really happening right now? Or is it just an extremely vivid fantasy? Intelligently, I say, “Huh?” “Baby, you look so sexy right now. Please don’t stop.” Now my mother is rubbing her breasts through her clothes. Allow me to reiterate: huh?! Could this really be happening to me right now? One of my most secret dreams, come to life? Could it be a cruel, cruel joke? “I don’t understand. . .” I breathe. Slowly, I’m starting to get turned on again. “Let me explain,” she says softly, leaning in close. “Pissing. Turns. Me. On. You. Turn. Me. On.” I fall back onto the bed, into the now-cold puddle.

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