Seni Super Quatro Diaper Review

Full disclosure:  I'm no Diaper Lover.  And I didn't really read the instructions on these or spend much time trying to tape them up correctly, so this review might not be entirely fair & unbiased.  It's just based on my experience overall compared to my only previous diaper experience with the Tranquility brand.  

Seni is a worldwide company that operates in 80 countries under parent company TZMO SA that's been around since 1997.  First, the positive:  These free samples were shipped discreetly in nondescript packaging that didn't say anything about "diapers" or the like, which is always good.  When they fit correctly, they seem to be absorbent even for the worst accidents according to reviews.  The negative?  There seem to be sizing issues, namely, they run small compared to other brands.  At least that's what the reviews said.  I chose 'medium' but apparently they meant medium in hippos or elephants because holy hell was this thing giant.  I mean just look at it. 

Good god wtf.

Maybe I put it on incorrectly.  Maybe I even chose the wrong product or size.  But this was..... just no.

These diapers are like... ACTUAL baby diapers in adult sizes.  The kind you tape together like you would on a baby.  And I can't say I'm digging it.  It was already awkward enough stepping into the poofy bloomer-looking contraptions from Tranquility, but at least they didn't require any fastening and didn't resemble actual Pampers.  This might be a step too far even for me.  

I was able to piss them fully without a drop leaking through onto the bed but I would not recommend them overall due to the inconvenient style (tape on the sides) and the fact that they fit poorly overall.  They were also heavy/bulky & sagged before I'd peed a drop.  Maybe this look is your thing but it doesn't do it for me.  I'm giving Seni Super Quatro Diapers a 5 of 10 stars overall, and that's being generous.  I'm only down to use diapers if they're more convenient than doing a bunch of laundry and I can't say this really was.  Now there's a ginormous pee-filled diaper in my trash that needs to be disposed of.  I do appreciate the free sample however.  💛

Omorashi: What's NOT to Love?

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A Collection of True Car Wetting Stories

There's something indescribably hot about vehicle wettings--about being trapped & desperate, unable to escape and forced to use your pants as a toilet while you drive or sit in the passenger seat silently (or not) soaking yourself.  Knowing you'll have to do the walk of shame at some point and that you'll be busted in more ways than one if a cop pulls you over or someone you know runs into you before you reach the safety of your doorway is very exciting.  The high stakes of peeing on a car seat/floorboard, which aren't exactly easy to clean up, also adds to the thrill.  It's all very verbotten.

So I set out to find as many real car- and other vehicle-wetting stories by non-omo loving "normies" as I could, just to get a feel for how common it is in the real world & how people typically react when it happens.  Here's what I found around the WWW:


Traffic jam in a mall car park in New Zealand causes desperate situation for one woman:

"I was with my girlfriend, and she has had to pee herself due to the fact we were stuck for so long. Not ideal, but desperate times call for desperate measures,” he said."

Here's an interesting snippet from a mother who had quite the adventure with a homemade potty in the backseat of her car during COVID lockdown.  The makeshift loo wasn't for her kids but for herself!

People asked her why she didn't just use her mom's toilet before leaving, squat behind a bush or break COVID rules & go in the damn bathroom, which are all legit questions.  Sounds like this backseat pisser *might* have a bit of a wee fetish & be using the pandemic as an excuse to pee in new and exciting places.

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Here are a few medium-length stories from Quora in response to the question: Have you ever wet yourself in the car?

Yes I was taking a water pill to get the swelling down in my feet and ankles and legs. I had finished my monster and grabbed a Dr pepper and I was taking my wife to the Dr and it was an hour away. I had left the house without going to the bathroom and about halfway there I could feel penis spasming. It does that right before opening wide open. I just can't hold it and every spasm a squirt of pee came out i said im not gonna make it!  And it started .the wet spot on my pants started growing and my pants were completely saturated to almost my knees because the pee started soaking into the seat. But it kept coming out! My wife said nobody can pee that much and unzipped my pants and pulled my dick out and there was still pee coming out! I peed all over the front of the car as I drove and she aimed it everywhere ! By the time I finished she had pee all over my shirt and my pants and she was laughing and said it's getting hard. So she kept it out and made me cum all over. It was a mess. But she was happy!

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Yes, with my Aunt Carolyn, she peed her pants a few times, once in front of me and my mother, and twice we peed our pants together.

The first time was when we were coming back home to Florida from New Jersey, it was me, my mother, and my aunt in the van, my mother decided to take a different route and go through the Chesapeake bridge-tunnel, big mistake! Back then, U.S 13 from about Dover, Delaware all the way down to the other side of the bridge-tunnel near Norfolk had nothing on it for almost 150 miles. I told her I had to pee about an hour into the “no-mans land” section of U.S 13, she said “I told you not to drink all those teas earlier!” (we had breakfast at Shoneys about 2 hours earlier, they had really good sweet iced teas) my mom then said “You’ll have to hold it until we find a place to stop.” We saw one gas station a little bit further, but mom was like NO WAY! The place looked scary for 2 women and a teenager to stop at. There was no safe spot really for her to pull over so I could pee in the grass or something either (nor I doubt she would have even allowed that) as it was a 2 lane road with a deep ditch and no room between the ditch and the road to pull a car off at and of course cars and trucks would have been zipping by at 60–65 MPH.

Another 30 or 40 minutes and I’m really desperate, to the point where my bladder involuntarily opened and a quick jet of pee shot into my undwear and shorts, enough to make a nice wet spot, but not soak into the seat. I told my mom that I have to go bad and it’s coming out.

My aunt happened to be riding in the back seat with me at that point in the trip, she had hip pain and sometimes needed to lay back on long rides, the back seat of the van reclined. My aunt was much more understanding of the situation than my mom, she cleary saw me holding my dick and saw the wet spot, my bladder opened a second time and released another shot of pee into my clothes, my aunt seen that happen and came to my defense and said to my mother, “Lisa, he needs something now!”, “He’s starting to wet himself, you and I both have been there plenty of times before, give him a break.”. My mother grumbled something to the effect of “Well, he also hasn’t given birth to 6 kids like me, and 4 like you have either.

My mother grabded a cup and said to my aunt, “Here, give him this.” (there was a pretty large to-go cup from the restauruant in the center console), my aunt took the cup and waved her hand at my mother like whatever, she poured what was in it out the window and handed it to me, but I had to go so bad I was struggling to get my dick out of my clothes, I just pulled it out from the bottom of the leg opening of my shorts, which was way easier and quicker, I almost dropped the cup while I was trying to get my dick out of my underwear, some more pee came out stright through my underwear and dripped onto the floor of the van, my aunt said, “Let me help you sweetie.”, she held the cup for me so I could get my dick completely out, when I did get it out, I lost total control and was peeing full flow before I could aim it into the cup, I accidently peed a little on my aunt’s hand which she quickly reacted by grabbing my dick, and held it the entire time I peed, she told me to hold the cup with both hands so I don’t spill it, I said “Sorry!” to my aunt when I got pee on her hand, all she did was smiled as if to say it was ok.

When I finished peeing, I nearly filled that cup to the top, my aunt said to my mother “Look how much this poor thing had to go.”, my mother just shook her head and rolled her eyes, I poured the cup out the window, some blew back onto the side of the car, my aunt and I laughed at that, my mom asked what was funny, we both were like “Nothing”.

Almost another hour passed and we were about to go through the bridge-tunnel, my aunt told us that she had to go badly now and had leaked some in her underwear, and if we didn’t stop very soon she was going to totally wet herself. My mom barked “You both are pathetic, I should have put you both in diapers!”, My aunt and I giggled, to which my mom said “Glad you both see humor in this, because I don’t.”. A minute or so later I noticed my aunt had her hand under her dress and was holding herself, the van hit a bump and then she clamped her legs together and moaned. I grabbed the cup I used earlier and asked if she needed me to help her pee. She smiled and said “No that’s very sweet of you honey, but us girls can’t tinkle that way like you boys can, we have go in the toilet or we’ll wet ourselves.”, my aunt always said tinkle instead of pee or piss lol. When we finally got to the other side of the tunnel and stopped at a truck stop to get gas, my aunt got out took a few steps and pee started spattering around her feet as she said “I can’t make it!”, she hiked her dress up a bit and pee gushed though her white underwear and white pantyhose, turning them both very yellow, her sandals were getting soaked in her pee as well. (My aunt always wore pantyhose, I remember asking her why once and she showed me veins on her legs that the nylons hid). My mom just yelled “Carolyn! You’re an embarassment!” and she walked towards the store very disgusted at both of us, but my aunt more so.

When my aunt finished peeing, she looked at me smiled, and said “Everyone has accidents sometimes.” My aunt went into the suitcases, got a clean pair of underwear and pantyhose and asked if I needed anything, I said no as most of what I did pee in my clothes had already dried by then, she insisted that change my underwear at least, so I got a clean pair out. She took some paper towels and dried her pee soaked sandals as best she could and wiped pee off of her feet

We both started walking inside the store so she could change, she grabbed a pack of baby wipes from her purse and handed me a few of them, she said I’m going to clean my girl parts with these, you need clean your boy parts with the ones I gave you, we will be stinky and will get a rash if we don't, and be sure to tinkle before you come back outside since we won’t be stopping again for a while. I cleaned myself, changed my underwear and went “tinkle” like my aunt said to do, and we got back on the road. When my aunt and I were walking back to the van from the store, my aunt put our pissy clothes in a plastic shopping bag she got in the store, I’ll wash them out in the tub when we stop at the motel in South Carolina for the night. I asked her why her pee was so yellow, she said I take vitamins which turn it that color, she said it might stain her underwear but that’s no big deal.

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So I had just gone on a trip by myself, just to relax for a couple days. This was on the ride home btw. So I was on the plane and I had just had a lot of water because the airplane always makes me feel like dry for some reason. idk if its just the air up there or whatever. But, I drank a LOT of water. I had to suddenly pee, but couldn’t since the plane was landing and going to the bathroom was forbidden. I calmed down and told myself to just pee at the airport. I called a taxi to come pick me up, since there is usually heavy traffic and I didn’t want to be at the airport for like 3 hours. I finished ordering a taxi and the plane landed. I walked over to the bathroom and it was closed, I said it was fine and that I would get to the baggage claim and get my things then look for a toilet. I got my bags and began needing to pee bad. I rushed around looking for a ladies room and my phone rang. The taxi driver was here and said for me to come out quickly because there was really bad traffic. I apologized and said I’ll be right there. I decided to just hold it and went to the taxi. I put my bags in the trunk and got in the back. I greeted him and I told him my destination. We began driving for 10 minutes and I was fighting the urge to cross my legs or put my hands on my crotch. My urge to pee was a 8/10. I quickly told the driver to stop somewhere because I had to pee badly. He apologized and said he couldn’t stop the ride. I whimpered and pleaded with him saying that I was about to start leaking. He refused and said to hold it. I cried and my bladder was filling up so much. He told me to hold it till we arrived and not wet myself. I shyly said ok but I was so desperate. After another five minutes of squirming and whimpering out of pee desperation I quickly told the driver to pull over because I was about to piss in the taxi. He still refused and I couldn’t hold it. Pee began leaking out of me and I tried really hard to stop but I couldn’t hold it. I had to pee so BADLY. I cried and sat down and just peed in the taxi.

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So yes, but it was my sister's fault! We were at the beach and stayed after dark with the expectation of having a hotel room. We get to the hotel room and it’s musty smelling and gross. Mom says we are just going to drive home. (We were there at a restaurant celebrating one of moms friends birthday and she tried to make a beach day out of it the following day). It was like an hour's drive and both Sarah and I (Fake name for sister) had to pee. It was like 11 and most restaurants were closed. Even some gas stations had their lights off. Of course we asked mom to stop but it was a long stretch of nothing and pulling over was not an option because we saw 2 drunk drivers swerving lane to lane. Mom was very protective about us. I am sitting next to Sarah in the back seat mom is driving. We pull into a gas station only to find its closed with a big sign on the door. Sarah already has a wet spot on her jean shorts. She is begging mom to let her out cause she is gonna have an accident. I am looking on the floor gathering all the towels and spreading them out on the back seat under both of us. Mom just sighs and says for us to sit on the towels and try to hold it until we cab get somewhere to stop. I look at Sarah, I know she is not gonna make it hell I’m not far behind her. My hand is wet between my thighs under my skirt. Sara is dying and then I FEEL IT! A gentle spreading of warmth as Sarah’s hand grips my thigh. Following a loud gurgly hiss as she sighs in relief. NOW I’m struggling feeling the warm on my thighs is making it 10X worse and I make eye contact with mom. She looks back sympathetic and mouths “just go”

I’m clamped and spurting trying not to soak the seat but I can’t hold anymore and just slowly let go! Sarah just rubs my leg holding my skirt out of the way as it all floods out! I spread my legs and it’s going everywhere and I can’t possibly stop it! The car smells like pee, it’s running down my legs and finally I stop but the seat is flooded and my legs are shaking! I had to go SO BAD the relief felt like TV static all over! 30 min later we are pulling into our drive wet and relieved. Thank goodness it was late because my sis and I were a MESS!

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Lots of JUICY, detailed & hilarious Uber pee stories here!  (By Uber drivers who have seen & heard it all).

A very unexpected pee from Mom Next Door

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A funny/hot tale of a mom looking for a bargain who ended up peeing herself in the car:

Cheap mom soaks two diapers in the name of saving a buck.

Diapers break, leak and she ends up in a puddle of her own making...

...and blames her 2-year-old for it.

Full comic and story here.

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From Medium, a flight attendant's piss stories:

I work as a flight attendant. One day, I’m sitting down enjoying my food when I thought a bag of ice I gave to this lady earlier broke and the water was dripping down the floor (she was standing earlier in between the two bathrooms in the back) I open the curtain to give the lady a new bag of ice. I open the curtain to see this lady squatting on the floor peeing. I saw her vagina and everything. I go MA'AM!!! What are you doing!!! And she goes nothing! As she stands up and pulls her pants up. Plot twist. She was wearing khakis so she was still peeing and her pants were getting darker with the pee. I go you were peeing on the floor and still peeing currently!!!!

Her seat was all the way up front so she passed four bathrooms to come to the back and pee on the floor. It was so gross.

Also, the other day this dude comes into the galley (plane kitchen) and can’t wait to for the bathroom so he whips his dick out (multiple people saw it) and peed into a carrier on the floor with linens in it.

Both times the police met the plane and I’m not sure what they got charged with. Apparently there is a pee problem with people on the plane now a days.

-Urine-soaked on United    

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33-year-old woman wets her pants in Iceland and makes a whole blog post about it.  (Again, why not just pull your pants down in the great outdoors and NOT wet yourself?  Sounds like a fetish but what do I know).  I'm not complaining!

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And now for mine:  I've never had an accident at any point either as a kid or adult but road trips are especially painful due to my tiny bladder and the large amounts of water I drink to avoid an angry bladder.  On one particular trip the highway was backed up all the way from our starting point to our destination, adding 4.5 additional hours onto our journey.  We literally would drive a few feet.  Stop.  Drive.  Stop.  For 9 hours on what should've been a 4.5 hour trip.  This traffic jam made it nearly impossible to get to the nearest BFE gas station to pee, so I was positively bursting by the time we did.  And the place was full to the brim with pissy travelers in the same state as me with a line out the door (no exaggeration!).  I was in physical pain by the time I made it to the Ladies' room, pushing past the crowd to get to the toilet.  I had half a mind to piss in the bathroom floor to show my frustration but didn't want to make more work for the poor clerk as it wasn't her fault.  

When I got back in the car, my friend suggested bringing diapers next time.  I laughed but she wasn't kidding.  I said they'd never hold all my pee but I now think they would after actually trying them out.  Sure beats holding to the point of pain.  I don't know if I could actually make myself wet a diaper in a car under my clothes but could definitely spread one out in the floorboard and use it that way.  If she'd have let me I would've sat on some folded up towels & wet myself, as I did happen to wear dark tights that day.  Oh well, live and learn.   🤷🏼‍♀

Ever lost control of your bladder while driving or riding in a car, bus, plane, train, boat or other vehicle?  I'd absolutely love to hear your stories!  

Wetting Resolutions for 2024

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Tranquility Premium OverNight Disposable Absorbent Underwear Review

I totally forgot I requested a sample of these adult diapers recently so when they came in the mail I was both stoked & surprised.  I'm not a DL (diaper lover) and definitely not an AB (adult baby), but after watching some smokin' hot vids with girls wetting their diapers I figured why not give them a try?  Anything that allows me to wet myself with abandon & not have to do laundry is a positive in my book.  Hopefully this company doesn't mind when us "recreational" wetters review their products--sorry in advance if they do!

Tranquility is a family-based Ohio company whose products come with a guarantee that they absorb the stated amount of liquid regardless of how much pressure is applied.  They offer 3 subcategories of product:  Premium, Essential & Specialty.  I requested a 2-pack sample of the OverNight Disposable Absorbent Underwear, as they looked best suited to my needs (they fall under the "Premium" category--the highest performing of the bunch).  They're said to hold 34 oz. of fluid & work well for those who "void multiple times per night".  I definitely pee a LOT when I indulge in this fetish, usually letting little leaks out over the course of an hour or so until whatever protection I'm using is completely soaked through & leaking.  We shall see how well these hold up to my eager bladder.

I tried the 1st pair on a Tuesday night while watching a Patches Place vid I'd downloaded.  (Side note: I love those classic '90s casual wetting flicks and am always looking for more that contain the same style of content, so send 'em my way if you have any suggestions).  I waited until the sun had set to put on these contraptions because it felt so... shameful... to wear a whole-ass diaper for pleasure, but I got over that pretty quick.  Luckily they fit perfectly--I wasn't sure as I have NO IDEA how to do the math to figure out my size.  Here's how it looked:

Already spurting here.

Yeah, not exactly sexy but it gets the job done.  So I started out on the couch, something I'd NEVER do otherwise for fear of getting it wet & smelly.  I must admit, it was nice being able to leak freely without worrying about making a mess.  However it wasn't long until the diaper got weighed down and I moved to my usual spot on the floor on my pee mat.  I continued drinking water, watching vintage pee porn & streaming pee into my increasingly wet diaper, now on a mission to see if I could make it leak.  Of course my horniness increased with each spurt & I ended up emptying my bladder into it all at once so I could masturbate comfortably.

This is when things got interesting.

Unlike panties or other bottoms, the padding of the diaper was extremely hot & wet as it contained all my pee.  This was a unique sensation I was NOT expecting & can't really explain if you've never experienced it.  I damn near came just from rubbing it against myself from the outside.  And it stayed warm for a good 20 minutes after my last stream.  This pushed me over the edge of course--I had a massive orgasm & ended up using the other diaper that same night... something I regretted as I really wished I had saved it to use in bed before falling asleep later.

The verdict:  While I wouldn't wear them in public unless there was a true need (long road trip, NYE in Times Square) I have no qualms about using adult diapers in private & plan to search for more free samples when I have a minute.  This was fun.  🚼

Oh yeah, the diapers never leaked, even though I reused one of them for a second go-round.  So that guarantee is the real deal.  

Omo Fantasy #8947: Evil Stepmom Causes Car Wetting

The following is just a fantasy.  I don't even have a stepmom, but if I did this might be a hot thing to have happen.    😗


It's late May & my stepmother & I are on a long road trip across the country, driving from Mississippi to the Northern tip of Utah to meet up with my Dad's peeps for a family reunion.  Joy.  After spending one night in a roach motel, we're determined to make the rest of the trip from Denver to our destination in a day.  We set out before dawn, caffeinated drinks & gas station breakfasts in hand.  As per usual I guzzle tons of water to keep headaches at bay and stay hydrated. 

My stepmom & I have never really clicked--I don't hate her but our personalities & senses of humor couldn't be more different.  She's more of a "meet me at the country club for mimosas at brunch" type whereas I'm a "money's fake & the sun's gonna explode so do whatever tf you want" girl.  I'm also not loving this long slog.  I know I'll need to use the ladies' room a lot but failure to drink enough water means I'll get a bladder infection so I figure it's the lesser evil here.  

I may have figured wrong.

Everything goes fine until about 2:45 p.m. when we enter Wyoming.  We've stopped to pee once by now but our loved ones forgot to mention that there's an over 200-mile stretch without ANY rest stops!  So of course I said I was "fine" when we passed the last bathroom in CO.  I instantly regret my decision.  It's not long before my bladder is feeling that familiar burning sensation & I'm doubled over in pee agony.

"Uhhh, what's wrong Floodgaytes?  You just said you didn't need the rest stop back there?"

"I didn't.  But I had no idea Wyoming was so... desolate.  Where are we anyway?  How far to the next gas station?" I asked, already in a state of heightened concern for my poor bladder. 

"I dunno.  I just filled up.  That's why I told you to go when you had the chance.  The first rule of road trips is, you ALWAYS go when you have the chance!  I have to focus on driving in this godforsaken place and not missing any turns or exits, so your bladder is YOUR problem.  Sorry!"  She wasn't sorry.  That was another thing about Stepmommie Dearest:  she'd bend over backwards to help a stranger but didn't have a ton of empathy for those closest to her.  Her "help" was more about accolades & looking good to others than actually doing good.  In this instance though, there really wasn't much she could do.

I looked out the window for any signs of life but there was nothing.  Just a rustic wasteland.  Nothing but brown hills & sparse green grass for miles.  Even the interstate highway signposts were made of wood.  Wyoming is probably the ugliest state I've driven through in my life, and my growing need to urinate only made it less attractive.  WTH was I gonna do?  My eyes scanned the car for things I could pee in if it came to that.  Surely it wouldn't come to that?

"Are you playing with yourself?  Knock it off!  That's disgusting.  Nobody wants to see that!" Mother Not Teresa said as I grabbed my crotch from outside my pants, clearly trying to stop the impending flood.

A scoldin' for a-holdin': the act that drew step-mommy's ire.

"Uhhh, NO.  I'm not 'playing with myself' in front of you MOM.  I'm trying to keep from ruining your seat.  Why would you say that?  You know I'm dying for a pee here!  I shot back in a whiny agonized tone.

"Well it looks terrible" she said.  "I was taught as a girl never to touch yourself there in front of people no matter what.  How does an adult get themselves into something like this anyway?  Only children don't know their bladder capacity" she scoffed.

"Thanks.  I didn't know there would be no bathrooms for miles and miles is how.  And I'm seriously about to soak myself in your seat.  Either I hold it in with my hand or you'll be scrubbing my piss off your interior later.  Your choice.  I'm not cleaning it up." 

"Ewww, don't say "Piss!" she scolded, looking over at my crotch with a mix of concern & curiosity. 

"Do you have an empty cup... container?   ANYTHING I can use?  If we can't pull over on a dirt road soon I'm going to wet my pants!  I screeched.

"Ohhhh no!  You're not pulling your pants down in public & exposing yourself in broad daylight. Not in my car!  What if a cop saw you?  We could both go to jail.  There are no dirt roads so you'll just have to hold it until we can find a suitable--"  [she slapped my hand away from my crotch again, which broke the dam & released the 1st spurt into my panties].   

When stepmom broke the seal by slapping away my hand.

"Oh fuck, why did you do that?  I just leaked.  I'm going to wet my pants now.  Even if I hold myself it's too late."  I bent over and pushed my hand into my crotch but it did nothing to relieve the pain.  More brief hissing streams escaped into my tight grey-blue jeans.  She definitely heard them.  

"Great.  This is just great.  Well I guess you can stop masturbating if you're just going to pee yourself either way?  Ugh my seat!" she said with no hint of concern for my dignity.  That was it.  I could take no more of her condescending put-downs.  I was so offended I decided to show her.  "Masturbating, hunh?  Fine.  You wanna see what happens when I take my hand away?  Look!"  I did and my pants immediately darkened, the muffled hiss audible to both of us as my jeans grew dark and wet.  She sat there in stunned silence as I soaked her leather seat with warm pee. 

"Oh, I'm just 'playing with myself?'  I'll show you!"

I shoved my hand back into my crotch to slow the flood but it did nothing, so I pressed my thighs together hard & stiffened my legs out like a board.  But this merely formed a valley for the piss to pool in, causing my lap to feel all hot and wet.  Now I was getting turned on for real.  I propped myself up about 2 inches off my seat with my arms in an attempt to keep my butt dry but the flood just kept coming.  It felt so GOOD I unbuttoned my top button quietly & pretended to grab my stomach, making it look like I had a stomach ache or was still trying to stop the flow.  Actually I was inching my fingers down toward my clit which was beyond hard & swollen.  

"Are you done yet?  It's getting on the floor!  Can't you stop now that you've gone some?" she pleaded. I squeezed my spasming urethra & crossed my legs but no dice.  

Vain attempt to stop the flow by closing my legs

"Ugh, no.  I can't stop it ma.  I'm sorry" I said as I turned away in the most subtle way possible.  "I can try to block it with my hand but you don't like when I do that."  

"No, I really don't.  But I don't want my floors getting ruined either.  Shit!" she exclaimed.  

Me, trying to sloooowly turn away to slip my hand in my panties  😅

"I'm gonna try my best to stop it.  You can do whatever you're comfortable with:  look away and focus on the road, whatever.  Okay?  But I have to try.  It's still coming out bad.  Give me some privacy please" I pleaded, hand in panties and starting to rub discreetly.  GOD I needed to cum.  And I had no intention of stopping the piss flow, not that I could've even if I'd wanted to.  It was too late anyway--everything was soaked.  My pussy was throbbing in the hottest & weirdest way ever.

"Alright I'll try.  Wh- now what're you doing?!  You're clearly jacking off!   Your hand is IN your jeans!  This is so inappropriate, Floodgaytes" she said in a whispery voice. 

"Then look away.  I'm wetting my pants in front of my step mom, not my proudest moment.  At least let me have some dignity while I finish."

"Ha, "finish" is right.  I'll give you your privacy but this is a problem & you need help.  I can't believe this is happening.  I can't believe you're playing with yourself in my car in broad daylight while I drive down the freeway" she said to herself while looking ahead.  "Unbelievable"  she said as if she thought this was some diabolical plan all along.  Or maybe she wanted me to be touching myself because she was projecting.  Perhaps this turned her on?  Maybe she wanted me to move my hand so she could get an unobstructed view of my wetting?  Who knows what goes through this woman's mind.  She stole one more glance before I lost it on her.

"LOOK. AWAY. MOM!"  I yelled through clenched teeth as a moan escaped along with more hot pee.  I was now rubbing my pussy vigorously, one hand inside the pants and the other trying to plug my hole from outside.  She was trying to watch the road and my sideshow at the same time, maintaining an air of disappointment/disgust through her obvious arousal.  It was the most confusing showdown of wills imaginable, both of us frustrated and angry but also palpably horny.

"Just go ahead and finish your business FG.  My seats were destroyed miles ago.  I'll clean it up when we get there."  She pretended to look disappointed & uninterested so I'd continue but I muffled myself as it was too awkward orgasming in front of her.   I stuck a wet finger deep inside my pussy and gasped sharply, sitting down hard on it in my seat; she shot me a dirty look.  I just said "I'm trying, I'm trying.  It's still coming out" and she shook her head, turning back to the road & shifting--more like grinding--her ass in her seat with a loud exhale.  I came so hard but had to pretend it was just pee relief/embarrassment.  Warmth washed over me in what was clearly a peegasm.  I felt girlcum pour into my panties after the pee stream had stopped.  It could've been multiple squirting orgasms if not for being pent up with the Kathy Bates of omorashi.

We sat in silence for about 80 more miles until we reached a little truck stop with a gift shop, where she ran inside & bought me some new pants & went to the ladies' room, coming out about 10 minutes later in a much lighter mood.  I didn't let myself think about what she might've been doing in there.  The sun was almost fully set in the sprawling Wyoming sky so I said I'd wait until it was dark and change in the car rather than going inside with soaked pants.  She wasn't thrilled but agreed.  "You don't mind wearing those cold wet things longer?" she said with surprise.  It was the 1st time I heard any concern in her voice at all.  

"Nah it's okay.  Beats walking in there like this.  Sorry I ruined your trip, ma."  I said.  

"Hey it happens ... I guess.  I won't tell.  And you didn't ruin my trip.  We'll just say we spilled some juice when your dad asks why I'm cleaning.  Can I ask you something though?" she said politely.

"Sure."

"Were you touching yourself or really trying not to pee?  Because it seemed like--" she trailed off.  

I sighed & tried to think of what to say because both were true.  "Yes I was touching myself but only to try & keep from wetting your car seat.  Have you never been so desperate to pee you had to hold yourself with your hand to stop it from leaking out?"

"I mean... I don't know.  Not that I remember.  I've never had an accident and never held myself in front of people like that."

I continued:  "It's a Catch-22 situation.  A rock and a hard place.  You know you're going to wet yourself; it's not if but when.  Your only choices are to delay it by using your hand (which looks terrible) or rapidly soak everything & humiliate yourself if you don't.  Shitty choice.  It's kinda instinctual to grab yourself when you're that desperate.  I was in physical pain and then, embarrassing as it was, I felt so relieved when I wet.  It kinda felt good but I was beyond humiliated." 

"Oh.  I guess that makes sense"  she said, thinking hard.  She had to know I was whacking it at the end though. 

Quietly re-wetting myself.  She never knew.

What she didn't know was that I was silently re-wetting my pants as we chatted.  The sun was almost gone  & she couldn't see with my dark pants anyway.  No way was I going into some podunk rest stop bathroom with soaked pants to use a filthy toilet.  I turned up the volume on the radio to help drown out the sound of my hissing pee stream which was actually a lot more voluminous than I expected.  I crossed my legs and let it trickle out as slowly as possible, hoping my pants would soak up the excess but was kinda worried about it splashing onto the floor.  Thankfully it didn't since the stream was weaker.  The relief was amazing and I was once again horny.  

"I guess there was this ONE time" she said out of the blue.  

"Hunh?  One time what?"

"I guess I was in about the 8th grade.  I was horseback riding with a friend.  Well, not a friend so much as a classmate who was kind of a bully with a love of horses that we bonded over.  Yeah, 8th grade.  We went out too far in the woods by ourselves & I got in a predicament like yours.  I've never been that desperate in my LIFE even to this day!" she said, clearly reliving the trauma of the incident.  

"Oh yeah?  What'd you do?" I inquired, genuinely curious how this uppity woman would handle such an uncouth situation.

"Held it and held it some more until it hurt to breathe.  And then I told her I needed a bathroom ASAP, but it was kinda already too late.  I could feel some... you know, dampness down there and.  Yeah.  She asked if I needed to go #2 and I said no, just pee, and she said 'Well so what ya big baby?  Just pee then!'  I assumed she meant to pull my pants down and squat by a tree so I started unbuckling my belt, but she stopped me and said "No, no, like THIS" and just... showed me what she meant.  In her pants.  I was shocked and disgusted, it made no sense why she'd do that when there was no need.  But she said lots of girls peed themselves while riding! 

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"Well I obviously did not believe her.  I thought she was setting me up to be the school laughing stock but... if she was willing to do it too at least I could throw her under the bus if she tried to tell anyone."  I nodded & chuckled.  "So after watching her finish, I just... went for it.  Super embarrassing but I couldn't wait a second longer; I felt so dirty afterward.  I wanted to crawl in a hole & die.  I could've pulled my pants down but guess I got caught up in the moment, peer pressure, who knows.  On the way home I made her stop & wade in a creek with me so I didn't have to go home with stained pants.  Later I started noticing that a few other girls DID have wet spots during competitions.  Completely shocking.  So that's my big story.   Don't tell anyone" she pleaded.

"Oh I would never.  Your secret's safe with me.  At least you were outdoors and didn't wreck anyone's car interior" I reasoned.  She reached out & grabbed my wrist, giving it a reassuring shake as if to say it was okay.  Somehow we actually seemed closer after that nightmare trip.

When we arrived at the cabin that night, she stayed behind and cleaned up my mess while I sprinted inside and changed before anyone could interrogate me about the still-dripping jeans.  While in the bathtub I masturbated and came hard twice, then retired straight to bed.  Later that night I heard my stepmom and dad going at it loudly which was not like them.  Had to wonder if she disclosed any of what happened that day or maybe relived her own wetting incident from her horseback riding days.  I still don't know why she insisted I was masturbating--maybe it was a premonition. If so she should open a psychic hotline because she saw that one cumming.