Sorry if it is shocking to someone, but the first sexual interest awoke in me to my own mother. Once, when I was only 10 or 11 years old, we went home with her after a long shopping trip, which took almost the whole day. Mom looked very gloomy, which is not surprising after standing in long lines. But actually the reason was different. Coming out of the bus and passing 100 meters, she suddenly stopped. I asked, puzzled, what was the matter, but my mother was silent and went on. Before the house was to go 2 blocks. She walked very slowly, in tiny steps, and again I asked why. To say that her answer struck me - to say nothing. She literally hissed through her teeth: "I want to go to the toilet so much, I can hardly stand it."

Apparently, before that, she was shy of me, because, having confessed her condition, she constantly began to cry in a low voice something like “Cc, I can’t, I can’t”, “I’d like it,” and t . P.

I was walking beside me. I just could not imagine that my mother could suddenly write in his pants. She barely walked, and I said that I would go ahead, like, open an apartment or something like that. In fact, I just could not see my mother in this state. I ran home and waited for her. There was no one else at home. When she entered the apartment, she, no longer embarrassed by me, began to take off her coat, running back and forth along the corridor on half-bent legs. One of the buttons, as luck would have it, seized up and she stopped, crossing her legs to unbutton her. And suddenly my mother squealed in a thin-thin voice: "And-and-and-and-and," sharply bent and rushed to the toilet in her coat and boots. Apparently, she wrote in panties. She did not even close the door and I stood in shock and watched as she lifted her skirt, tore off the pantyhose, which, in my opinion, at the same time broke, and crashed down on the toilet. The sound of a powerful jet lashing out of it with incredible pressure was well heard. Later, turning over this scene in my memory, I realized that between the time when my mother sat down on the toilet and the appearance of the sound from the jet there was not the slightest gap. Mom wrote for a long time and at the end, when it was still pouring out of her, she looked up and met my crazy look. She reached for the toilet door, but I was the first to leave the place and rushed headlong into my room.

I was an impressionable child. This scandalous story just put me off balance. It seemed to me, a naive boy, that with my Mom this simply could not be, simply because there could never be. I was even shy to look into her eyes after that. But then came the "seditious" thought, which became the impetus for the formation of my fetish. I then thought: “Well, what if it would have happened that my mother would not have been able to get to the toilet for another half an hour? Would she have described herself? ”It didn’t fit in my head. Well, then what? Maybe she still would have tolerated? These questions did not give me rest.

Leafing through the file of Zdorovye magazine once at home, I came across an article in which it was mentioned that during the Stalinist deportations Chechens were taken in carriages that were not equipped with latrines. And the Chechens are very shy women, and besides, they have a taboo on the woman going to the toilet in front of a man. It is all the more unrealistic for them to relieve themselves in the presence of men. They drove for a very long time, but most women simply endured. As a result, the bladder burst. After reading about it, I believed that an adult woman never describes herself, no matter how much she wants to. Looking ahead, I will say that now I know that it is not.

My first girlfriend, with whom I lost my virginity, belonged to the type of women for whom peeing under a bush is not a problem. Therefore, when I told her about my interest, I could not remember anything from my biography on the subject that interests me. She just never brought herself to such a state that it was completely unbearable.In general, she didn’t like to endure little by little, and when a couple of times during our acquaintance she присп got into something ’, she easily discarded bashfulness. But she allowed me for the first time in my life to see in detail how a woman pees. I remember when she, sitting in the bathroom, shamelessly spread her fleshy small lips with her fingers and a golden fountain burst from her “writing” hole, I was excited madly. But alas, it was still not the main thing that I wanted. Of course, she did not tolerate at my request.

After parting with my first girlfriend, I had a long series of random friends, to whom I did not say anything about my unusual desires. But fate did me a favor, and I finally met a woman who first met me. Her name was Lena, she was 30, I was then 21. She was very thin, and she was also short. But her lye was very temperamental in bed, and most importantly, capable of holding a huge amount of urine. I told her about my fantasies and she supported the conversation with interest. She said that she herself often had to endure, but it was not very difficult for her, and in general, she is able to ignore the full bladder, if there is no place to pee, and calmly distract, not to think about it. Lena said that she never wrote, as I would not like. But (the first time when I found out about such a case!) She had a friend who told her that this was once with her. She was walking with a guy down the street at 16, exhausted from the desire to pee, but she was embarrassed to admit it. And when she, having parted with her gentleman at the entrance, ran up the stairs, she ran down her legs.

Lena agreed to try to be patient. I asked her to come to me with a full urine, and she really once, when she entered my apartment, she said that she had been wanting for a long time. I immediately undressed her, we went to bed, I spread her legs, widely spread her smooth-shaven lips, but her slit looked quite ordinary. I was then madly interested in what the female slit looks like when she wants to go to the toilet. I was looking at the opening of the urethra, but outwardly nothing showed its tightness. We long tumbled with Lena in bed, but she could not finish, although usually the caress of the clitoris with her tongue led her to orgasm in a matter of minutes. I nonstop gave Lena mineral water, which she drank about two liters in the evening. Gradually, I began to feel how inside it becomes cramped. I then found out for the first time that in women, the full bladder is easily felt through the upper wall of the vagina. And when she really wants, this wall is hard and convex. Finally, Lena began to show anxiety and ask to go to the toilet (without getting off, however, from my dick). She asked me not to make sudden movements: “But you do not want me to piss you into bed?”. She was not ashamed of rude expressions, but I liked it. She never said that evening “I want to write” or “I want to go to the toilet”, but used only the word “piss”.

“Oooh, I want to piss, I die,” she repeated, but somehow so playfully that it did not give the impression that she was really heavy. Although her urinary was clearly already very full, but she calmly endured only muscle strength, without squeezing her legs or holding her hand. She only said that sex in such a state does not bring her more pleasure, and simply lay, allowing me to enjoy the view of her naked slits in such a delicate situation. But nature nevertheless put it against the wall, and Lena had already quite seriously prayed: “Max, I can't. Everything. I will be writing soon. ” Then I put on her panties, tights, and then pants. Lena admitted that I guessed correctly, in the dressed form she is simply not able to pee.

She began to squeeze her legs, rub herself with her hand, and insist that “it will pour, wait, oh, no!” She was all wet, and there was an obvious shade of urine in the smell of the skin. Apparently, the kidneys were no longer able to pour new portions into the overflowing bladder.

In truth, I felt like a fascist, but I could not stop, let her go to the toilet.It lasted a long time, she spent more than an hour in trousers. But then she so desperately asked me to at least take off her clothes, that I could not refuse. Although I understood what it means in essence to allow her to pee, because then the natural inhibitor prohibiting it will disappear.

I stole clothes from Lena. The bulge on her stomach was just huge! She lay on her back, I parted her legs, labia itself parted. The urethra looked quite normal, but even the pinky could hardly be squeezed into the vagina. Lena began to tremble finely, first her legs, and then her whole body. She endlessly repeated: “Everything, everything, everything! I can't! ”I said she could go to the toilet in half an hour. Lena screamed: “What a half hour! I'll piss! Right here!". Without looking up, I looked at her urethra and suddenly I saw a drop of it leaking out, then another one. It was clear that this was an involuntary release, and Lena did not even notice it. “Len, squeeze the muscles! You ooze in droplets! ”I said and saw how the opening of her vagina shrank, but only for a moment. "I cant. I don’t feel anything there, everything is numb, ”she said almost crying, and a few drops dripped out of the hole and ran down the bottom of the pope.

“That's it, Max!” She screamed desperately and I gave up. “Come on,” I said.

The most interesting thing is that after this moment she did not write another ten seconds, could not immediately relax. From which I concluded that the safety margin was still large. And then a straight jet struck me in the face. It seemed to me that she was hot as boiling water. I felt a salty taste on my lips. My face was some five centimeters from the slit, and I saw how the writing-hole had expanded enormously under the pressure, became almost the diameter of a little finger. I watched for 10 seconds, and then pressed my palm to the slit: “That's enough, let's go to the bathroom.” Lena hardly stopped the flow, for which she had to squeeze her legs. I remember this moment as in the photo: a woman with her legs crossed tightly, lying on the bed is completely naked, and under the booty a huge wet spot. She found the strength to smile: “Max, well, now why should I get up. Let me write out here. ”“ Len, yes I do not mind. But we will flood the neighbors. ”I joked and we went to the bathroom. Lena wrote for ages.