Bedwetting Story Novels & Stories

Sirius also kissed her so passionately that she sometimes could barely breathe. Ashley began to feel something in her vaginal area. He felt very ticklish, itchy and also wet. Wait a minute... Did she wet the bed? Ashley was very embarrassed and had never felt this way before. Oh no! This is so embarrassing, don't let Bubba know that she wet her panties!

I didn’t want to put my son through more trauma. But what was I going to do? Watching him curled up into a ball in his bed shaking in fear because the might mares was not something I wanted to see. I wanted to see my son sleeping peacefully a night. He was so traumatized that he wet his bed. Samuel stopped wetting the bed a long time ago. I couldn’t stand what was happening and I wanted it to end.

grumbled Dinda then laid down on the mattress that was no longer soft. "Ahh ... it's really uncomfortable," Dinda complained then tried to close her eyes because she was tired. *** A month passed and it was only one o'clock in the morning. Groaning at the pain in her stomach, she looked at her husband who was fast asleep beside her. Mona rushed to the bathroom to urinate, she felt wet. Could it be bedwetting? Mona's mind was racing. "Blood," Mona murmured very quietly when she saw her panties were full of blood, she hurried to clean it up then changed to find panties in the closet.

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."

I woke up this morning in my own bed with the man who is my world holding me tightly. So tight, in fact, that I felt like my bladder was going to explode. When I tried to wiggle out of his arms, he would tighten his hold. I started tapping his arm, and softly saying his name, but all I could get out of him was a groan. I started laughing, “Aidinth!” He finally opened his sleepy eyes saying, “Huh?” I laughed, “I need to pee and your grip on me is about to make my bladder explode.” He chuckled, “Sorry. I didn’t mean to.” I laughed, “I know.” He let go, and I got out of bed. After using the bathroom, I turned on the water to get in the shower.

Her damn brother started this mess from his nightly stories. I move behind her, spread my legs to either side of hers, and place my hands beneath her arms. "Pull down your pants and squat. I'll ease you down and keep my eyes closed while doing it." I shut my eyes and concentrate on the movement of her body. "What if I piss on your boots?" she all but sobs. "They'll wash. Come on, it's cold."

I tried to holler quietly, but it came muffled. He increased pace, cock pounding my throat deeper, gagging me sweet. "Dirty slut... sucking best brother while your best friend is watching a movie. Anytime use, tits out jiggling for me." Dropped wet kisses? No—his hand trailed down, pinching my exposed boob, jiggling it hard while I sucked. But then—Mia's voice from the living room: "Jax? Lila? Water?" Footsteps. Panic surged. He pulled his cock from my mouth with a wet pop, cum stringing my lips. Zipped fast, stepping to the sink like nothing. I rose, wiping my mouth, pulling the dress up hasty, boobs tucked, the bra still unhook loose.

I deserved to know what I was getting myself into. I must have fallen asleep at some point during the long story because I awoke in my bed with the covers splayed over me; I only woke up this early… 8.15am according to my alarm clock because of a strong kick in my bladder and the frantic need to pee. I do love my son but his kicks are so strong; I worry that one of these days his kicks may cause me to wet myself! That would be beyond embarrassing! Something I would never ever live down.

So I just said, “It’s been a really long time since I’ve had any.” “Yeah, me too,” she said. That’s when her mom yelled at us to stop talking and get some sleep. We both yelled "okay” and turned over. We left the candle glowing in the corner so we could find our stuff in case we needed to go pee. Sleep wasn’t coming. Not after Sally’s vivid, no-filter storytelling about her sex life. She’d lit a fire in me that wasn’t going out anytime soon. It was too hot under the blanket. I kicked it off. I needed to cum—bad. I was still soaked just from listening to her.

I made my way to his room and found it open but when I peeked in, he wasn't there. I walked into the warm, dimly lit bedroom, the sandalwood scent wrapping itself around me and making me melt against the door. I walked over to his bed, running my finger over the sheets as I imagined what it would feel like to be tangled up in them. Then, I heard the sound of rushing water in the bathroom. Curious, and with my nipples already rearing their heads through my dress, I tiptoed towards the bathroom, gently pushing it open, only to hear his sweet, exasperated moans as he gently stroked his cock under the shower.