Posted by quietpr on October 26, 2000 at 17:53
Here's the ninth chapter. Enjoy!
PART IX - Support
With the summer months coming to an end, and the arrival of Mark's family imminent, all in the Cartwright home did their best to enjoy the dwindling days remaining and making preparations for a return to normal. Jamie's parents, particularly her mother Sunny, had watched the young couple grow closer together and had also begun to notice signs that they were becoming interested in watersports as a couple. Jamie had recently asked for a substantial extra supply of diapers, and although the two made every effort to hide their behavior, their inexperience led them to make small mistakes, which amounted to only enough evidence for a trained eye to spot. Since Sunny was active in this field, she never missed these subtle clues. So Sunny was not at all surprised when Jamie approached her looking concerned one Friday afternoon in August.
"Mom?" Jamie began slowly.
"What's wrong honey? You look a little down today." Sunny thought she might have an idea what the problem was, but she wanted to give Jamie a chance to speak openly without being interrupted. Jamie opened her mouth as if to speak, closed it again after momentarily losing her nerve, and than opened it, but no words came out. "If something's bothering you, I don't bite."
Jamie frantically searched for something to use to initiate this touchy conversation, and finally remembered the discovery she'd made of her mother earlier that summer. She still didn't know quite how to say what she wanted to, so it took some time to get up her courage, but she finally broke through. "When I found your…your drawer…you said you liked it too. Do you…does Dad know that…well what do you…do?" It just didn't come out right, and Sunny understood so she interrupted.
"Your Dad shares my bed, so he has to know, and he likes it too. This is no different than sharing sex. They call it watersports."
"I don't want to get too personal, but what do you do?"
"Do you want specifics?" From the beginning, Jamie's mother had made it clear to her that sex was a topic that was always open for discussion, and she was willing to take it even this far. "What we do specifically changes all the time, but in general, the watersports is used as foreplay. One of us, or sometimes both might wet ourselves and that just makes the sex more interesting and exciting to us. Is that all you wanted to know?"
"No…I…" Jamie took a deep breath and then came clean. "Mark and I…we both…"
"You both like watersports, and have shared it together?"
"Yeah. We haven't done the whole thing yet, but we definitely like the stuff you two do for foreplay."
"There's nothing wrong with that, as long you two are always careful about respecting each other's wishes, and health. It's totally natural."
"I'm not worried about my interest so much as I am worried about Mark. What is he going to do when he goes home? If his parents find out about this, who knows what they'll do? I'm afraid he'll get the interest forced out of him."
"Well, as long as he's really careful about how he does things, and as long as he only wets occasionally, his parents won't find out." Sunny immediately realized that last statement didn't help by the expression on Jamie's face. "But this isn't just an occasional thing, is it?" Jamie shook her head. "I suspected there was something more extreme going on when you asked for all of those extra diapers. Well how big a deal is this?"
"OK, if I tell you something, do you promise not to be horrified and not to try to change my mind?"
"No matter what it is, all I want to do is help you be happy and safe. Now what's going on?"
Jamie felt reassured by her mother's open and loving responses to her line of questioning. This was still quite nerve-wracking for Jamie, but she worked up her courage once more, and spoke. "When we went camping, Mark and I got to talking about our interest in what you called watersports. Well…we ended up making a pact."
Sunny had a gut feeling she knew where this was going, and that thought made her smile a little bit. Jamie was too tense to notice, and Sunny regained control of her facial muscles quickly. "What sort of pact?"
"Well we agreed never to…to pee in the toilet again. There were three rules…WHAT?" Jamie had stopped in reaction to Sunny chuckling lightly, and smiling uncontrollably.
"Nothing, I'm sorry, go on!" It took a mighty effort, but Sunny forced herself to retake a more serious expression.
"We agreed not let any pee hit toilet water or any type of porcelain again, except for the little dribbles caused by when you…use the bathroom the other way. All of our pee had to pass through some article of clothing, or into a diaper, and diapers could only be used at night or by special permission from each other. And every article of clothing we owned that would naturally get wet if we peed while wearing it, and making no effort to protect it, had to at least once, and whenever possible within reason. Plus we agreed not to wash anything we peed in until the other person had a chance to inspect it, unless there was no way the other person could see it within a reasonable amount of time. We agreed that the purpose of those rules was so that we could maximize the fun we had with watersports, and to that end the rules would be flexible, and any problems that occurred could be discussed and solved collectively. But neither of us is sure how to handle the end of summer. You see the dilemma?"
"Wow…you two certainly thought it out a lot more than me and your father. That's why I was smiling. You brought back some pleasant, if clumsy, memories of my college years. Well…our attempt didn't work, and actually wound up in us breaking up for a few months, but that was because we had no one to help us prepare, and tell us what not to do. But with my help getting you started, and keeping you going, and the way you and Mark work together so well, you might just have a shot!" As she spoke, Sunny became more and more animated, so much so that Jamie couldn't remember her looking so happy. The look of shock on Jamie's face was clearly visible. "You look positively shocked!"
"I expected you to try to convince me not to do this, and tell me what could go wrong. When you started laughing, I thought you were laughing at how dumb this plan was."
"Well it just so happens that you're lucky enough to have a throw-back to the sixties for a Mom who believes the primary objective for any mother is to do every in her power to make her children happy and healthy. It's pretty obvious to me considering how much thought you've put into you plan, that it would make you happy if that plan succeeded. So get Mark, and we'll talk this through a little bit." Jamie stared at her mother blankly. "GO! Time's a-wasting!" Dumbfounded, but at least relieved, Jamie left her buzzing mother in search of Mark. She didn't have far to go.
Mark was just coming back from a pick-up baseball game he had played with his friends from around town. It was humid day, and he'd downed several sports drinks between "innings" if you could really call those disorganized breaks in the game innings. He was looking forward to coming back to Jamie's place as he thought he could have a little fun with her today. As he walked down the last stretch of sidewalk before he got home, he saw Jamie leaving the house, then turn, and start barreling toward him. He thought he heard her say something. "What, Jamie!" He hollered.
"Come quick, you won't believe this!" Jamie exclaimed. She waved her arm wildly in the direction of the house, then turned and went back toward the front door. Mark followed behind Jamie quickly. Obviously, his curiosity was heightened by Jamie's excitement. When he got inside the door, Jamie pointed toward the living room, and both walked side by side to where Jamie's mother sat waiting. As he spoke, he guided Jamie to the couch and they sat down. "Hi Mrs. Cartwright. Now what are you so worked up over?"
Sunny interrupted them both, "I believe I can field that question. Jamie and I have been talking about you behind your back!"
"What?!"
"I'm just kidding, Mark, don't worry. But our conversation did involve you. It seems you two have made an agreement recently?" Mark froze, momentarily panic stricken. "Well I want to help you two make it work. What would you say to that?"
"It's not as bad as it sounds, we were just…what?"
"She wants to help us, Mark. Isn't that great?" Jamie pushed herself against Mark's right side, and threw her left arm over his shoulders.
"I'm sorry, I don't understand. What's just happened here?" Mark was still more than a little bit bewildered.
"I was really afraid your parents would find out about your actions, and you'd get in trouble, so I had to talk to someone. I knew my mother also wore diapers, so she seemed like the person to talk to. As it turns out, she also does what we do. I hope you aren't mad at me for telling someone about you."
"I'm not mad, just confused."
"Well don't be. I'm just going to help you learn how to hide you activity like the best of us do."
"Why are you helping me, Mrs. Cartwright? Shouldn't you be telling me how irresponsible our pact is, and cautioning me against it?"
"Well like I told Jamie, I'm a leftover hippy who believes her daughter should be happy, and this will make her happy. Plus, I always fight for freedom, and this is just another one of your freedoms. So there's no reason for confusion. Just know that I am always here to help when it comes to you and Jamie. Now, Jamie recently asked for extra diapers, I assume for you?"
"Yeah…"
"OK, well now that I know they're for you, I'll get them in the right size for you. Do you have a good hiding place for them yet?"
"I was actually planning on looking around my room tomorrow."
"I'll come over with you and we'll get you set up. I assume you do your own laundry." Mark nodded. "Good, that always helps. Not to sound rude, but how nosy are your parents?"
"They respect my privacy, and I've made it clear to them for a long time that my room had to be absolutely private for me to feel safe. I'm a little bit worried about them looking in at me while I sleep, though, or seeing me in the morning before I have a chance to change to day clothes."
"Well let me give you a little tip on that. Always wear boxers over the diaper. That little trick has saved me and Bill on countless occasions."
"OK…" Mark didn't know what to say next.
"Well what about disposal? Who does the trash carry-out in your house?"
"Well Emily used to do it, but since she's away now at college, my father does it."
"WRONG!"
"OK…I guess I'm now doing the trash."
"Good. Do you have a can in your room that you could hide."
"Yeah…I've got a can that's big enough to handle a few diapers that I could hide in the back of my closet."
"Perfect. If that still gives you problems, you can sneak your diaper out of the house and drop it in my can out back."
"I get up before my parents in the mornings usually anyway, so my can could be the emergency back-up can in case I can't get over to your house before my parents wake up."
"Great! So the diapers are covered now. When we check out your room tomorrow, I'll help you figure out a place to hide the clothes you use. My favorite trick is to stick the used stuff at the bottom of the hamper, and cover it up with some nicer laundry."
"I've had to do that on occasion, so that shouldn't be problem. And Jamie, now you know where to look."
"That's problem number two covered. I also suggest you two figure out an alternative route to walk home from school that's less populated than the main roads because there are going to be times where you won't make it all the way home. But listen to me turning this into a science. Three are going to be times when things don't go according to plan, and undoubtedly you'll have some stories to tell…but that's what makes this agreement so exciting. You don't know what might happen."
"How do you know so much about this?" Mark asked.
"Well I learned by doing, and making some spectacular mistakes along the way. I didn't have what you have, and my attempt at this failed, but I'm determined to do everything I can to make it work for you two. If something goes wrong you can always turn to me. If you wet yourself, and can't go home, just come over here, and we'll make your excuses to your folks until you can pass for clean. That's the kind of thing I can do for you. Some people just cannot get past societal standards like using the toilet, and for those people it's just better we keep this from them. It makes life easier for all of us." Sunny stopped talking because she noticed Mark fidgeting a little bit, and she knew what that meant. She hatched a plan to show just how supportive she could be.
Mark meanwhile was struggling with a multitude of thoughts and a VERY full bladder. He wasn't sure what to make of this afternoon. Here was this undeniably good-looking woman talking with him about how to get away with watersports. If he weren't so completely taken with Jamie, he might have a crush on her equally radiant mother. She shared many physical features of her daughter, including the red hair, the large chest, and the beautiful eyes. But she was an adult…a MOTHER! The whole thing seemed both wonderful and awkward at the same time. And then there was his bladder. He was beginning to reach the point of quiet desperation. He was unable to stay totally still anymore, and all throughout this discussion he had to pay attention to his growing discomfort. The smile now crossing Sunny's face brought a twinge of fear into Mark's mind.
"Where were you before Jamie found you, Mark?"
"Playing baseball with some friends…why?"
"On a day as hot as today? Boy, you must be thirsty!"
"No, I had a lot to drink while I was there."
"That's probably a good idea. I know I had to drink a lot while I was working in the garden this morning." Sunny's smile took on just a hint of wickedness now, leaving Mark not sure whether he was petrified or excited.
"Really…that's interesting…"
"What exactly are the rules of this pact? No toilets or porcelain, always in clothes, and all clothes are subject…"
"That's pretty much it…" Mark trailed off, not sure what to do.
"Well I may not always be able to follow those rules…" Sunny looked down at her faded jeans, and the wooden chair below. Then she fixed her gaze on Mark. "But…today I will." She sighed and visibly relaxed. Almost immediately a torrent of pee was hissing into her cotton panties and saturating her jeans between her legs, and around under her ass. Soon afterward, a pool of golden piss had developed under her crotch, and within seconds, the pool was broad enough to dribble off the chair little rivulets onto the carpet below. Mark watched the whole scene with his mouth dropped in awe. Jamie was doing everything she could not to burst into an uproarious laughing fit. As Sunny's flow subsided, she let out another sigh and then spoke directly to Mark. "Alright Mark, I've totally soaked myself, so you know I won't get mad. It's your turn."
"I don't want to mess up your couch."
"Oh don't worry about it. That couch is fifteen years old, its not worth keeping clean anyway!"
"Are you sure you want me to…"
"Of course! You're in the house that pee built. Just be free!" Jamie, having had experience with Mark, knew exactly what to do. She put his free left hand between her legs, and let loose a rush of hot pee, soaking her floral-patterned dress and the couch under her. She knew this always set him off, and it worked perfectly. Soon both had completely given in, and were emptying themselves while leaning against each other, and hugging tightly. Pee flowed from under both of them onto and eventually off of the couch and onto the rug below. Mark peed for well over a minute. By the time he was done, his shorts were wet almost everywhere, and he had created a damp spot on the rug about a foot in diameter. The whole experience was completely surreal to Mark. He had never expected things to turn out this way. Sunny walked over and gave her daughter a hug, then Mark. Then she stepped back, and surveyed the damage. She couldn't believe how much they'd produced. "Boy, you two can PEE!"
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