Bedwetting Stories Novels & Stories

“Can we please talk about something else?” I groaned as Jake went on to another story about me. “I think that the last story about me running naked through the high school is enough.” I stated, going to grab myself another beer from the fridge. “Isn’t this what families do? Tell embarrassing stories about each other in front of their significant others?” Jake laughed, taking the beer I handed him. “You should have heard the stories Amalia’s parents told me. Skinny dipping in the neighbor’s pool was one of my favorites!”

It made my heart swell, seeing the amount of sacrifices my dad was beyond willing to make for my well being. Honestly, not being able to walk for that period of time made me go through a lot. I had even bed-wetted once. It was so annoying and embarrassing. Not like I could help myself and I guess my dad wasn't in the hotel room at that moment to help me and I could not walk either. I knew not of what to do. I despised it all and it made me sick, emotionally.

I would be damned if I only instructed them and left. For a million years, my order would only accumulate dirt, as Ethan and Ezra would bury themselves in their video games and Emily would baby Penny. “Mum, tell us a bedtime story.” Ezra pleaded. Defeated, I began my tale of the legendary Wolf's King and his Luna. It happened to be their favourite story, and they never grew weary of it. In less than ten minutes, they were all fast asleep, like wasted adults. I tucked them into bed and watched them sleep for a while before turning off the light.

He didn't pick up his things, he just headed for his bathroom, the office had a bathroom, that's what mansions do, leaving me there, feeling like a used up slut. I was smiling, licking my fingers, and giggling as finally I tasted Daddy's cock, and it was just as I had imagined, but even better. Mom has to forgive me because now I won't be cumming to videos; I'll be cumming to his cock. *** •Author's Note• There's a full still ongoing book of Gerald and Zoe's story; it's titled ‘FUCK ME, DADDY’ erotica but with a thicker plot. You can add it up and follow their story. Oh, and vote, my people. Vote!

“I need to talk to someone. Someone who won’t lie to me.” He closed the door quickly, looking nervous but concerned. “Come upstairs. My parents are asleep.” "Good" I replied. I was counting on that. We went down to his basement room In his room: posters on the walls, a big gaming PC glowing in the corner, unmade bed in the back. I sat on the edge of the couch and started crying again, real ugly sobs. Jeremy sat beside me, awkward at first, then put his arm around my shoulders. “What happened?” he asked softly.

enough to make you drip? “Let’s take this off,” he said, pulling down the zip of my dress. A cold breeze kissed my liberated back, transporting me again to that night. My roommate was on her knees, a man’s erection was in her mouth while her hand played with another man’s…… And kneeling before her was another man whose mouth was feasting on her bosom whilst his hands stroked his erection. “Oh my God!!!!” I screamed, my things tumbling to the floor. Their heads turned to my direction yet neither of them stopped their disgraceful engagements except my roommate whose mouth made a pop sound as she pulled away from the man’s erection.

We finally slipped back inside the house, dripping wet and covered in each other’s mess. Alex’s cum was still leaking from both my pussy and my ass, running down my inner thighs in thick, sticky trails as I walked barefoot across the marble floor. My nipples were hard from the cool air conditioning, and my clit throbbed with every step. I felt like a whore, and I loved it. Alex grabbed my hand and pulled me toward the downstairs guest bathroom instead of letting me go straight to my room. “Shower,” he whispered roughly. “We’re both covered in cum and pool water. Can’t have you smelling like fresh fuck when Laura wakes up.”

Debra finished reading the letter and smiled. She pictured Michael writing it late at night. The city lights were glaring as he penned farewell with that cool smirk. He even guessed they'd have a kid by now. She tucked the letter and cards away, keeping his last trace safe. Upstairs, Erica bolted out with Solomon. "He peed. What should I do?" Debra pocketed the envelope. "You're a mom now. Chill out." "I can't chill," Erica yelped. "How does he even wet the bed?"

While in bed I had a strange dream which woke me up instantly only to find myself in a four squared white room with all kinds of machines on me . Finally seeing my swollen eye lid begin to open with blurry images ,I heard mom whisper a prayer before finally asking a question."Do you need water ?"she asked before passing a glass to me . "Am I going to die?"I asked.The unshead tears in mother's eyes fiercely run down upon hearing this . "Of course not honey I'll do everything to save your life. " "Mum I don't want to die, I'm too young, I don't want to ,I just can't leave." "It's ok dear you're not going to die . "

he gestured to his bandaged leg, “I was always on the move and having fun, camping, even got chased by a bear once.” I laughed, leaning closer. “A bear? Seriously?” “Swear to God,” he said, holding up his good hand. “I ran faster than I ever have. It felt like I cheated death.” “That’s incredible,” I said, genuinely impressed. “What’s the wildest thing you’ve ever done?” He smirked, his eyes glinting. “Besides last night? Probably skinny-dipping in a lake at midnight." “Alone?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.