Chapter 32

Collette was making love to me when I heard mum come in with the tea. Collette just carried on while mum put the cups down on my bedside table before taking Erica’s round to her side. Mum woke Erica.

“One.” Said Erica.

I was just starting to orgasm so had a bit of trouble speaking clearly. “Thhh. Th. Th. Thr. Thrrrr. Thrrrrr. Threeeeeeeeeeeee.”

I finally got it out.

Mum clapped and left us to drink our tea.

I decided to do my morning pee laying down with Collette’s dick still inside me. I reached behind and held Collette until I had finished peeing.

Collette pulled out and she sat up, and Erica and I did the same.

I heard Erica start to pee, and as I handed Collette her tea I saw the wetness start to appear on the duvet over Collette’s lap as she too emptied her morning pee in to the bed.

Mum had woken us up early so that we could spend an extra half an hour getting ready before breakfast. It does not matter how much time we have it never seems to be enough.

We had done Collette as well and we all looked quite presentable in our suits by the time mum called us down for breakfast.

As usual we all went in to the lounge. Mum was there wearing a just above the knee tartan skirt, grey blouse, and a red jacket that picked out one of the reds in the tartan. Dad was already there too.

Erica and I sat either end of the sofa, but mum went and sat in her own chair for a change.

Dad started unzipping and spoke. “Girls, today you need to create a good impression, so you don’t want to be smelling of my pee, it is time for you to wet yourselves...”

Dad got his dick out and stood in front of mum and started to pee in to her lap.

Dad continued. “ ... Today you need to wet your own skirts so that you are spreading your own pheromones. Later you can pee down your legs too to wet your stockings...”

Dad continued to pee in to mum’s lap painting the front of her skirt wet.

Dad continued. “ ... I want to see nice wet patches on the sofa.”

Erica and I needed no prompting. Straight away I just relaxed and peed, and I heard Erica do the same.

I had just started when Collette sat down between us. She immediately started to make a fountain in the front of her skirt that made a little shiny pool that soaked away to nothing as her flow waned.

It seemed funny sitting on the sofa before breakfast with the front my skirt all dry and respectable. I pulled the front of my skirt tight to emphasise it. It felt even funnier being told to wet myself.

I savoured wetting myself, trying to make it last as long as possible.

Dad finished painting mum’s skirt with pee and mum got straight up. Her skirt did not look noticably wet from the front but it had soaked a lot of pee and pee was dripping from the hem on to mum’s feet and the carpet. When mum turned and went to the kitchen there was a noticable dark patch on the back where dad’s pee had soaked through leaving the rest light.

Mum called as she went in to the kitchen. “Come and get your breakfast.”

Dad watched as we stood up. “Good girls.” He said seeing the wet patches on the sofa.

We had plenty of tea and orange juice with our breakfast, so when we had finished and were standing up dad said. “Don’t forget to pee down your legs.”

I already needed to pee again, so I just did it there and then. I relaxed and let my pee run down my legs and in my shoes, and I looked down to watch it soak away in to the dining room carpet.

I was holding everyone up. Mum said. “Come on girls, we can’t stand here all day.”

I just said. “Hold on a minute I’m peeing down my legs.”

Dad smiled and said. “Good girls.” before leaving for work.

I finished peeing and walked out in to the hall, but Erica and Collette had started to pee down their legs too so were still peeing.

I lifted the front of my skirt to inspect my fishnet stockings, but there was nothing to see - just a few droplets of pee on my shoes.

Just as Erica and Collette had finished peeing and they emerged from the dining room mum came out of the kitchen with a picnic bag of drinks and snacks. The wet patch on the back of mum’s skirt was no longer noticable.

We all made our way to the bus stop just in time as the bus arrived.

Having just peed in the dining room we had not needed to pee at the bus stop or on the bus. It felt a bit strange not peeing on the bus.

The timing worked well at the station too. We just arrived in time to get straight on the train, no time for a coffee in the station buffet.

The train was nearly empty so we pretty much had a whole coach to ourselves. We sat down in a bay, I sat next to Erica and Collette sat next to mum.

The train had barely started moving when when mum started to fidgit a bit.

Erica noticed. “Are you alright?” She asked mum.

Mum said. “I should have peed a little on the platform - or worn a black skirt.”

Collette helpfully suggested. “You could go to the toilet.”

Erica was more practical. “Or you could stand and pee down your legs.”

Mum said. “I don’t want to make a puddle.”

Mum fidgited for a few more seconds. “I don’t care, I guess my skirt will be dry by the time we get to Cambridge.”

Before mum had finished speaking there was a hissing coming from mum’s lap muffled by the heavy tartan fabric.

Collette noticed and a bulge started to form in her skirt.

While still peeing mum looked towards Collette’s lap and said. “One of you will have to help with that.”

Erica was sitting opposite Collette so she immediately stood up and went to Collette. Erica pushed Collette’s skirt back allowing her dick to spring up. Erica carefully knelt astride Collette and lowered herself down on to Collette’s dick.

The action of the train over the bumpy track soon had Collette ejaculating in to Erica. Collette had a firm hold of Erica’s hips.

Erica remained in place for a short while, gently gyrating her hips, enjoying Collette’s now shrinking dick for as long as possible.

Still kneeling astride Collette Erica announced. “I think I will pee too.”

There was a hiss as Erica started to pee on Collette’s lap.

Mum warned Erica. “You need to save some to pee down your legs.”

I said. “There is plenty of time, you have some drink?”

Mum passed me a can of cola, then passed one to Erica too. Erica stayed astride Collette as she drunk her cola.

I decided to pee too and let my pee soak gently through my skirt in to the seat. It was nice and warm.

Erica finished her cola and returned to her seat. Mum gave Collette a can of cola too.

By the time we got to Cambridge Mum’s skirt had dried enough that you could not see a wet patch. I felt it and it was still a little damp to touch.

We walked to Parker’s Piece and had our picnic there. We washed down our cornish pasties with small cartons of orange juice then had a packet of crisps with a can of Tango.

We had plenty of time so sat and waited for the drink to make its way to our bladders.

Collette filled up first having not peed on the train. “I’m going to pee now.” She said.

Mum suggested. “Pee on my legs Collette, after all you are supposed to be chaperoning me today.

Mum just stood up in front of the bench we were sitting on, and Collette stood facing her. Collette discretly lifted the front of her skirt enough to free her dick and started to pee on mum’s legs - twisting slightly so that both her legs were coated evenly.

When Collette had finished she and mum sat down again.

Eventualy it was time to go so we walked to the college. Erica’s interview was straight after mine so we did not mess about and decided to go in together - Erica could wait.

Mum reminded us. “Legs!” she said.

Erica and I stepped on to the grass outside the college and we both peed gently down our legs soaking our stockings and shoes.

Mum said. “Good girls.”

When we had finished peeing mum told us. “I will take Collette to the botanic gardens. Meet us there when you have done.”

Erica and I went in and we were directed to a waiting area. They must have been running late because there were several prospective students there and they all got called in before us.

After about a forty minute wait the receptionist called. “Astrid Brown.”

I got up and was directed to a room along a corridor. I stepped inside and was told to sit by the smiling man behind a desk.

As I sat I felt a tingle in my bladder. I was not desperate or anything, but just knew that my bladder was beginning to fill again.

I saw the man shuffling the folders in front of him, checking the photos on the front to try and work out if I was Astrid or Erica.

I put him out of his misery and said. “I’m Astrid, Erica is next.”

He replied. “Excellent.”

Hi discarded Erica’s folder and started looking at mine.

“Oh, Hi Miss Brown, I am Doctor Phelps.”

I would have felt more comfortable if he had called me Astrid. Doctor Phelps continued to look at my folder, and I felt a tingle in my bladder again.

Because Erica would be coming in next I decided to just relax my bladder and pee on the chair. I knew that Erica would not mind sitting on a wet chair, especially knowing that I had made it wet. I peed gently so as to not make any noise and felt comforted by the warmth soaking through my skirt in to the thin cushion.

I was still peeing when Doctor Phelps asked me the first question. “Why would you like to study at Talbot college?”

It was one of the questions we had practiced - I was on a roll.

My flow waned as I started to answer. It was an unexpected luxury to be sitting in a warm wet seat while being interviewed.

It seemed to go very quickly. In no time Doctor Phelps thanked me for coming, and rose to shake my hand. I wanted to know what I had done to the light striped upholstery on the chair but did not look down to see, I just exited saying. “I will send in Erica.”

I went back to the waiting area and told Erica. “It is your turn, Doctor Phelps, room 2-53 down that corridor.” I added in a whisper. “It is the room with a wet chair.”

I playfuly patted my wet bottom. Erica touched it too to confirm that my black skirt was wet before heading down the corridor.

I sat alone in the waiting area and waited for Erica. It seemed that Erica had longer than me, but it was probably just a perception. I did not time her.

Erica returned. We thanked the receptionist and made our way to the botanic gardens.

I asked Erica. “Did you like the wet seat?”

Erica said. “It was cold, I had to warm it up.”

We both laughed and then compared questions. Erica had some questions the same and some different. Doctor Phelps must have got bored of Erica giving very similar answers to me.

We found mum and Collette in a greenhouse. Mum had aquired some cummy streaks on her stockings between her knees.

“How did it go?” Mum asked.

Erica answered. “Astrid peed on the chair.” Adding. “And so did I.”

I added more relevent detail. “I think Doctor Phelps liked us.”

Mum smiled. “It sounds like you presented him with plenty of pheromones. Good girls. Let us celebrate with coffee and cake.”

We found the garden café. Mum suggested that we go inside since it was very busy on the terrace. I thought that it would be easier to hide puddles inside too.

Mum and I went to the counter while Erica and Collette found a nice table in the corner by a window. Mum chose for Collette while I chose for Erica. We were not very imaginative taking four giant cappacinos and four slices of coffee and walnut cake to the table.

I sat next to Collette and mum sat next to Erica. As soon as mum sat down I heard muffled hissing again. I distributed the cake while mum placed the coffees. After about fifteen seconds I heard drips start to patter on the floor between mum’s feet. Mum made no attempt to catch the drips with her feet, she just picked up her fork and started to eat her cake as the drips from the hem of her skirt escalated to a trickle and the muffled hiss continued.