Bedwetting Stories Novels & Stories

as an old memory began to worm its way into a nightmare. The Critters was just a story the older boys at school used to tell the smaller boys to try and make them wet their pants. Ed was a smaller boy, and if he was honest, the story still gave him chills… *** Ed woke with a start, The room felt warm and cozy, and a fire was burning in the grate. A tall pedestal lamp stood at the end of the sofa, casting an inviting and soothing light. Ed felt no pain in his side. A small boy was standing before him.

Poor Sam is drenched like he got soak in rain. He finally flickers one sleepy eye open, lazily. "Was having a really nice dream, Percy and I almost kissed, but Evans who hasn't quited bed wetting had to pee on us and the pee came dripping down from the bunk and.. and then leaked slowly from Percy and I's head like ice cream with double topping and entered into our mouths." "Who's Percy!" "Percy, that does sound like the name of a boy." "I stopped bed wetting when you were probably running around in your diapers!"

Uncle's forbidden touch 8 The attic breeding stuck with me. Uncle's cum plugged in all night, his stories of family curses whispering in my ear as the storm raged. My belly didn't show yet, but I felt it—the heir growing, his dark claim deep in my womb. Days after, he was tender in a twisted way. Fucks slow and deep, hands on my stomach, promising more kids to carry the line. But his eyes had that hunger, like he needed to mark me permanent.

“He’s so weak in bed. Two seconds and he’s done. That’s it. The dildos help a little, but it’s not the same as real dick. I feel like I’m losing my mind.” I went quiet after that, feeling embarrassed but also a little lighter for saying it out loud. May looked at me carefully, then squealed softly. “Babe, there's more, you’re hiding something. Did you meet someone ?Tell me.” I rolled my eyes, my face burning. “Don’t judge me, okay?” I sighed deeply. “You know uh Zain’s son, Hunter? He’s been staying with us for a week. He keeps bringing different girls home. I’ve had to listen to their loud screaming and moaning. And...and it's uhh..It’s made me so wet, May. So fucking wet. I keep wishing it

My boys glance over at each other while holding out one of their favourite bedtime storybooks, disappointment all over their face, Neo wraps his arms around the book and pouts. “I don’t wanna grow up,” Neo says, his eyes teary as he starts to whimper, “I just want a bedtime story,” he tells me, his tears already getting the book wet. Plop! I feel my bed press down and turn to find Ash who’s helped himself on the bed, “if you won’t be telling us a story then I’ll stay here with you,” my grumpy young man says, staring off into the far end as he murmurs. “Alright, alright, I’ll read you a bedtime story,” I agree, and at once their faces turn bright, Ash stands on my bed, he’s jumping excitedly

"I want to know what happens. If you sign at gunpoint and die....." "Get out of this room," he quickly interrupted me. But in response, I started walking towards him, while he kept pushing his seat backwards. "What are you doing?" He muttered. "Nothing. I just....." before I ended the sentence, his eyeballs looked past me. I turned quickly, but there was no one there. I turned to him, but he had already started searching for something. "What is it?" "The drugs. His doctor said bedwetting at that age isn't normal anymore; I kept those drugs here."

Waiting for threats she couldn't see but knew were there. On day five, I found her wet sheets in the morning. She'd started wetting the bed again. Something she hadn't done since she was four. "I'm sorry, Mommy. I didn't mean to. I just had a bad dream and I couldn't wake up and—" "It's okay, baby. It's not your fault. We're under a lot of stress. Your body is reacting to stress." "I'm not a baby. Big girls don't wet the bed."

Sophie pov Frank soon realised where my eyes rested, he quickly guided his dick back to his pants. "Don't..." I said before I could stop myself He gave me a look. "I mean, you'll get precum in your trousers. Whatever...". I murmured, turning away. "I'm frustrated,you know?. I haven't landed a large contract in years, even though I work so hard. I know I can't be a proper dad, or even have a house of my own..." Frank trailed when I noticed the bottle of alcohol beside him.

Petrov trailed his hand back to the boy's puckered hole as he asked, "Do you usually watch p**n or just use your imagination when you jerk off?" Tim jerked a little as Petrov trailed a finger over his asshole, but answered honestly, "I usually watch p**n or read erotic stories, doctor." Petrov smiled as he replied, "That's good to hear, Tim. An erotic story can be much more descriptive than a p**n scene. Most young boys can't get enough p**n and it's nice when a young man takes the time to read a good erotic story. Which websites do you prefer for your stories?"

He brought over plates with simple turkey sandwiches and chips and we ate on the couch, our knees touching. Conversation flowed easy at first then turned playful. “Remember when we tried fucking in that tiny shower and I slipped and almost broke my dick?” he said with a grin, his hand brushing my shoulder as he laughed. I laughed too at the sound bubbling up real and light for the first time that day. “Yeah and you still finished inside me against the wall with water everywhere. Your cum leaked out of me for hours after.” My cheeks flushed hot and I reached over touching his arm feeling the muscle there.