Taking Her Home Ch. Free Relief, Assisted by Magic A mom and son begin to enjoy using their floors as toilets. Before I left she gave me those same white shorts she had been wearing that day complete with yellow stainsand a pair of pantyhose she had wet. When I described instead how it felt when I wet my pants, her eyes kind of lit up as though something had clicked. Peeing at each other, OK, but not naked. As I continued to rub her back, I asked her what rewards or punishments she would need to stay on track with exercise.
I also ordered her to undo her top buttons and put a hand down her to her clit and rub herself in her wet shorts while she told me her naughty story.
The Diaper Spa Pt. Heather did enjoy peeing her panties, and on occasion would bring home wet panties from work and present them to me before we fucked like animals. It was very normal to me to hold back as long as possible. It was clear she was near bursting again and would have to relieve her pressure. Several weeks later I saw her slowly riding her bike up and down the street, glancing up only briefly from staring at her crotch, with her legs spread slightly.